Imagine the following in appropriate mid 60’s Marvel Dialogue
Dr Doom:- Away from me you misbegotten excuse for a … whatever you are. Touch not the lord of Latveria.
Jar Jar Binks:- We is free, yousa look like someone else, Darth…arggh
(Doom casually lowers his hand after blasting Jar Jar Binks in the face)
Dr. Doom:- mention not that fool in the black armour who apes me. Even now my revenge upon his foolish mentor is not complete. Soon my mind control ray will convince him to realise, ‘Indiana Jones V:- The Colostomy bag years’ and thus he will be known as the inept clown he has been for so many years.
(Jar Jar Binks rolls on the floor in obvious agony - audience give Doom a standing ovation)