A reminder from Doom that you would be best to commit to memory if you value your pitiful existence

Attention curs! Doom commands you to remember that the tiny bovine will be attending the San Diego Comic-Con and will be making his base of operations in booth 1714, from which he will be able to spy upon Jim Balent and his pneumatic heroines across the aisle. Doom gently suggests that should you know what is to be advantageous for you, you re-read the bull's post on this so-called convention, a gathering of the most vile scum in the universe. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Doom also suggests that you are a fool should you overlook Tom Spurgeon's Guide to the Comic-Con, thirty-eight pages of wisdom so arcane and useful it might itself have come from the pen of Doctor Doom himself. Miss it at your peril, impudent dogs!

Doom himself will be in attendance at this event and it will serve you well to remember these edicts: Do not approach Doom. Do not speak to Doom until commanded to. Do not touch Doom. Do not look directly at Doom. And most important, Doom requires your slabbed copy of Fantastic Four Annual #2 to complete his collection of comics in which he utterly defeats the wretched Fantastic Four. If you are in possession of this comic, it would be best to fall before Doom on bended knee and offer it to him as the price for your pitiful life, then count yourself lucky that is all Doom takes from you.

As usual, Doom will not be attending the costume party unless there are entrants dressed at the Fantastic Four, in which case I shall show up to destroy them. Destroy them, you hear! Richards cos-player, I shall destroy you!