Tony: *off-camera* "Hey! Little help over here?"
"NOT NOW, ANTHONY, I'M INNER MONOLOGUING!"Tony: *off-camera* "Hey! Little help over here?"
"Forsooth! The Odinson hath dranketh of the elixir of crimson bovine, and it has indeed yielded wings!"
"Oh, Ah'd like to drain him..."
When the magic and advanced tech jams, Doom pulls out the Luger to finish."Okay, Doctor Doom, if that is your real name!
I've set off an EMP that's disrupted all but the most rudimentary of your suit's servomotor functions. I've acquired a talisman that can repel any and all magic that you can possibly throw at it!
So tell me: What've I got to fear from the likes of you, you doofish lovechild of Linkle and The Man in the Iron Mask? What?"
"...aaaaaaaah, crap. I really didn't think this all the way through."