When he wanted to, Doom could think up simple plans. Usually he didn't mostly because his plans had to stand up to Reed Richards' intellect and despite what he says about the man, Reed was intelligent. Besides, in a situation like this, simple was better and they could change it easily because of the simplicity involved.

"I will get you ibuprofen once you've eaten," he said with only a slightly exaggerated sigh. "I'm sure I don't have to say anything about the last ones I tried to give you."

"My tongue is metal," he replied before taking another sip of his coffee and sticking his tongue out slightly to show that it was strangely smooth looking. "It's similar to my skin in that it has the appearance of normalcy. I don't get much in the way of feedback, so everything is quite bland to me in both taste and feeling."