[Dozens of questions run through Doom's mind, but most of them involve having Deadpool explain what he's doing. As Deadpool and logic rarely reside in the same time zone, he decides to stick with a rhetorical question instead.]

You dare to presume what Doom shall be having for brunch? [He knows he'll get an answer regardless, but he walks to the nearest empty table and takes a seat. He would not normally trust a maniac like Deadpool with his food, but he appears to have no other option at this time.]

I shall start with scrambled dodo eggs and genuine Columbian coffee. If these can be prepared adequately, then I shall continue to grace this place with my presence. [The demands may be unreasonable given the circumstances, but since when has Doom ever been reasonable?]