FANTASTIC FOUR
"The Super-Skrull Cometh!"
EPILOGUE
As the former Imperial Minister of Science's swiftly freezing body soared away from one of many airlocks of the alien-to-Milky Way Galaxy vessel wherein rested the unscrupulous Skrull Emperor...
"I presume such disgusting disappointment shall not happen with your intention of attack," snarled the alcoholic and bloated Emperor to the Skrull General, now granted the precipitous opportunity to triumph where another had so woefully failed.
"Yes, Your Highness," smilingly answered the bowing-at-the waist Skrull General. "I have already assembled the Skrull soldiers selected for such...infiltration. I virtually guarantee a grand and glorious victory for the Skrull Empire...where the supposed 'Super-Skrull' saw only embarrassing subjugation by those Humans call: the Fantastic Four."
After taking yet another gulp from his bejeweled goblet, letting the alien liquor teasingly sting his tongue, which had just tasted some Skrull delicacies...
"See that they do succeed, General. For their failure shall guarantee...your physical expulsion into space!"
While allowing no look of personal panic to be expressed, outwardly, the Skrull General graciously responded, "As you wish, so shall it be done, Excellency."
And so, as the Super-Skrull might come to comprehend, some super-scientific situation in which his quadrupled super-powers were, in fact, ineffectual...
Four specially selected Skrull soldiers would be granted a bogus Glory: the ultimate infiltration, via natural-to-the-Skrull shapeshifting superiority...of the Fantastic Four!
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