"Just one more bolt...Igor! More power!" Dr. Frankenstein yelled from atop the roof of his massively old, black and white castle in Transly—Transal-a weird place somewhere someplace.
"Yes, darling! I mean...master!" Igor quickly spun the wheel thing in the lab around some more, though it seemed useless.
A bolt of lightning struck his massively hideous creation and Igor lowered the platform down back into the laboratory. "Good work my semi-effeminate, humped friend. Now...let us see our creation...and pray to the heavens that it lives." Dr. Frankenstein pulled back the sheet and...
Iron Man sat up, and looked around. "I am Iron Man, and this movie is far from accurate to the original context in which Mary Shelly wrote years ago. Also," He blasted the doctor in the chest, sending him flying back into a machine. "You have a funny voice."