النص (en)

Take me to the Book of Ashanti so that we can fight her together. You are in no position to give orders. Not that that ever bothered you before. You know you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, my brother, you hated me here. You must have been so jealous. You know what? I bet you were thrilled when you heard I've been corrupted. Hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin. You know nothing of this universe. I know that killing Stephen Strange was your ticket to getting the sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining a little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. I'M READY! To cast my vote. Now. GAAAAAAA! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! I think I'm beginning to understand why your Mordo didn't like you very much!