Valerie glanced at the Mandarin disdainfully.
"The proof's in the pudding. Victor Von Doom is the president-protector of a prosperous nation where he enjoys the nearly unanimous acclaim of its voters. Last I heard you were the tyrant of a few miserable hovels in China, trying to keep a low enough profile so you didn't catch the attention of anyone bigger than you...which is to say, pretty much everyone."
"Of course you couldn't even do that right, which is basically why you're here, right? So who's the moron again? Sorry, I wasn't listening before."
"The proof's in the pudding. Victor Von Doom is the president-protector of a prosperous nation where he enjoys the nearly unanimous acclaim of its voters. Last I heard you were the tyrant of a few miserable hovels in China, trying to keep a low enough profile so you didn't catch the attention of anyone bigger than you...which is to say, pretty much everyone."
"Of course you couldn't even do that right, which is basically why you're here, right? So who's the moron again? Sorry, I wasn't listening before."