A/N: This is how Doom does things.
37: Bike
Doctor Doom headed to the Pokecenter when he spotted something shiny in the corner of his eye.
It was a bike shop. In the window was a shiny new red bike.
Doom entered the shop with Meowth following right behind him.
A man who was too plain to describe greeted Doom as he entered.
"Hello! Welcome to my Bike shop! Would you be interested in a bike?"
Doom tilted his head. He had no practical use for a bike and would never ride it or-
"Doom desires a bicycle. Give me the one in the store window."
"I am sorry, that is a special promotional model. It isn't for sale. We do have plenty of other models for one million dollars."
Doom does not like that price.
Doom's eyes narrowed.
"Doom did not ask to buy the bike. Doom asked to be given the bike."
The man looked at Doom like he was crazy. He probably wasn't wrong.
"I am not going to give you such a valuable model-ergh!"
Doom's hand clenched as the store owner in front of him was lifted off of his feet and making choking noises. After a few moments the man stopped moving and dropped to the ground, dead.
Doom glanced down at his hand for a moment. He hadn't meant to kill the man.
Acceptable outcome
Doom walked over to the Bike and muttered a few words under his breath and focused on the bike. After a moment the bike had shrunk to under half of its original size. Doom picked up the bike and gave it to Meowth.
"For you," Doom said.
Meowth's eyes watered.
"For me?"
"That is what 'for you' implies, yes."
Meowth took the proffered Bike.
"Thank you, master."
Doom nodded. Nothing manipulated followers like pretending to show them kindness.
"Thank me with actions, not meaningless words. Now let's commence the slaughter of those who would oppose me."