Stephen Strange

I can access a million miles of mystical ley lines, send astral messages across dimensions but to Tweet I need a device made by Tony Stark.

“Now, let’s see. Bubble bubble, toil and troub-… WONG! Replacing text in the Tome of Cthulic Cauldron Conjuration with Macbeth is only funny the first time!”

“The Doctor is in.”

“Greetings, it seems now is as good a time as any to reappear.”

“Now where did I leave that tome?”

“That’s the multiverse well and truly managed. I’ve earned a large glass of wine, if I do say so myself.”

“Once again I return from multiple dimensions to my own. There is much to catch up on.”

“Well that was quite the adventure.”

“The ability to escape to other realms has its perks on the odd occasion.”

Emerges through an interdimensional portal.

“So far today has been quite mudane and I welcome that.”

“You cannot use the Cauldron of the Cosmos to watch season four of Stranger Things early, whatever that is. You must wait like everyone else.”

“Not that you’ll ever know it but your plane of existence came within a whisker of being lost to an eternal pit of abhorrent damnation. I have just saved you all from an eternity of Mondays. You are welcome.”

“Friday the 13th is just like any day, I assure you.”

“Satana. I see you haven’t changed at all.” His cloak wraps around her to support the limpet.

“Long have I been away. I wonder if much has changed in my absence.”

“Every time Tony comes to the Sanctum he asks where the walking mops carrying water are.” Sighs. “And every time I tell him I am the Sorcerer Supreme and not the Sorcerer’s Apprentice.”

“The Tome of Teiderian is recovered (from underneath a pile of clothing) but bizarrely has three pages torn from it.”

“It seems the Worlds of Chaos are better organised than my study. Now where did I leave the Tome of Teiderian?”

“Well, I was most certainly not expecting to unearth a nest of the Vipers of Valtorr.”