Doom reluctantly suggests another reason Ben Grimm is not entirely a malodorous gargoyle fit to be ground under the heel of Doom.

Doom is a man of his word, and his word is bond; none may suggest otherwise. Still, it galls Doom to remember that when he agreed to fulfill the so-called "blogging' duties of the tiny bovine, Doom negelected to remember that one of the features of this weblog is the so-called..."Ben Grimm Totally Rocks."

This subject is anathema to Doom, yet his honor demands he continue. Erm. Benjamin J. Grimm is...Benjamin Grimm has...he is...

Ahem.

A mighty but impudent opponent, Benjamin Grimm is...

...

Benjamin Grimm is a...

...

Arrrrrrgh! What manner of torture do you force upon me, accursed bull? Doom can not and shall not speak the words he gave his guarantee to speak! You have bested Doom at his own game, bovine! Well-played..Doom admires your cunning and subtlety! An admirable opponent is a rare thing these days.

This match you may have won, bull, but this Doom swears: there shall be another day and another battle, and you shall find Doom more than ready for you! Doom shall destroy you, Bull! Destroy you! I SHALL DESTROY YOU, LITTLE STUFFED BULL!









Was that okay, Mister Grimm?

Heh! That wuz fantastic, little guy. Old Doomsie shot off outta here faster than Matchhead after he found out J-Lo's bedroom curtains wuz open. Whadda maroon! Ya done good, little bull.

Awwwww, shucks, thanks, Mister Grimm. T'weren't nuthin'. And...ahem?

Oh yeah! Sorry Bully, I fergot. Here's your lollypop.

Golly, thanks, Mister Grimm! Yum...orange! Slurp...slurp...slurp...slurp...

Careful there, short stuff! Yer slurpin' all over the place.

Well, why not, Mister Grimm! After all...it's slobberin' time!

(Laughter, fade to black, cue Three Stooges end title sting theme)