"The X-Men it is."
"Of course, sir. Might I ask what you plan to do with them?"
Mojo paused. He hadn't thought that far ahead yet, but he wasn't going to let Major Domo know that. The last thing he wanted was a coup from his own robot manservant.
"Well, Major Domo, let's see how well you're learning. What do you think the options are?"
Major Domo rolled his eyes. That was just like Mojo, jumping right in without even looking to see what was in front of him. One day soon the moment would be right; he could take Mojo out without anyone suspecting a thing. But that day was probably not
today, and it certainly wasn't this morning.
"Game shows are always popular, although that would probably require us bringing the X-Men to us, which usually means mayhem and destruction. Reality television always works, and the scientists have got some... toys prepared that could spice up that mansion
that they live in."