To suggest Doom is ensnared is absurd.
What is the meaning of this absurd tableau? Doom, bound in string like some festive offering?
But the precision… the deliberate weaving… perhaps there is artistry here Doom has overlooked.

Luxury is best shared when it brings ease to another.
What good is a kingdom if its comforts reach no one else?
Doom knows that generosity in moments of abundance forges loyalty, warmth, and a world less bleak.

The world would be lesser without you.
Even Doom, armored and unyielding, admits your presence draws a smile he would never willingly lose.

While Doom may curse the cold, he watches the snow fall with reluctant gratitude.
Beauty does not require comfort. It only requires the eyes willing to see it.

That readiness in your gaze… Doom knows it well. Each morning can be its own battlefield.
But even in the clash, there is solace. A cup of coffee, a shared smile, and the knowledge you survived to fight again.

If Doom forgot, it was not neglect but merely the consequence of holding a thousand plans in motion.

There, there… Doom's attention has returned to you now.

Doom laughs at such childish coping mechanisms... head pats!
Doom scoffs at your husband.

And yet… one wonders how head pats manage to feel so immediately disarming. This is unsettling.

Let none underestimate the force of friendship. Empires fall to envy, but friendship endures beyond conquest.
Even if it is but two souls, that bond defies isolation, and that is no small victory.

As for Richards, was his goal to cook supper or summon Mephisto? Bah! He is such an elastic imbecile.

So, it was a dare, was it? Doom accepts this explanation… provided your circle of co-conspirators does not number four.
Experience has taught me that nothing good emerges from cabals of four.

To see Latveria's struggle recognized warms even a heart encased in armor. Doom thanks you sincerely.
Compassion is not weakness. It is proof that strength need not always roar.
May your own burdens be light and your victories many.

Viper. A mind sharpened by science and a will hardened by poison. Doom recognizes kin when he sees it.
Your methods may differ, but your results speak of mastery.
From one architect of control to another, may your concoctions and home-brewed coffee never falter.

Doom always comments beneath suggestive art!
This is only natural as blueprints are suggestive of innovation and genius.
This art is suggestive of... ah. Doom sees now.
The art involved… curves of a different nature.
Ahem. Moving on.

Once more, Doom must summon Bezos to the table.
Perhaps a demonstration of Latverian logistics will inspire swifter compliance?
The man will learn punctuality, or he will learn fear.

No! Never! What makes you say that?

What sorcery is this? Doom's armor feels warmer than usual... perhaps a malfunction?
Or perhaps this artwork wields power of its own. Doom will study it... for science.