However I am not Doom so have an update:
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Doctor Doom didn't take long to complete anything, much less something as simple and straightforward as research and soon he was off again to explore the city of Vermillion. Doom decided it was prudent to allow Meowth to continue to train the fighting Pokémon while the cat was focused instead of prattling on about whatever whimsy struck his minion. One day Doom was going to blow up that Meowth for talking too much and the necromancy required to revive him from such a manner of death involved not blowing things up.
Doom didn’t care for that branch of necromancy.
Doom’s sightseeing was going as well as anything could without explosions or a plot behind his actions.
Just kidding, of course Doom had a plot behind his actions.
Doom entered a building with a sign out front that labeled it as the Pokémon fan club. Doom didn’t like that all fans could enter. He would have to discuss policy and membership fee structure with whoever operated this shabby organization.
This could get messy.
Doom was greeted by an older gentleman with a hat. “Hello there and welcome to the Pokémon fan club where we all love Pokémon in the least offensive and violent way possible! Have time for a chat?”
Doom immediately did not like this man. “No, Doom does not have time for-“
“Great, glad to hear it! So I want to talk about the greatest most wonderful Pokémon that there is. That’d be my Rapidash, of course. Rapidash is really the best species of Pokémon by far and mine is simply the best! It is so cute… lovely…smart…plus…amazing…you think so?”
“Doom did not say anything, fool,” Doom ground out. He had already began to ignore most of the words out of the man’s mouth as he weighed his options here.
“Oh yes…it…stunning… …kindly…love it! Hug it…when…sleeping… …warm and cuddly… … spectacular … … ravishing… Oops! Look at the time! I kept you too long!”
Doom punched his hand straight through the man’s head, killing him with more mercy than the fool deserved. “Yes, you did keep me too long.”
The other members of the Pokémon fan club, who had learned a long time ago to be silent when their president spoke about Rapidash, let out a cheer.
One of them stepped forward. “Thank you for saving us, great hero. He kept us prisoner here and made us listen to his story repeatedly, even going so far as to threaten our families if we did not stay.”
Doom looked down at the blood and guts on his gauntlet and shrugged. Doom was the hero after all; that this was the truth of the matter did not come as any surprise to him. “Doom is a hero! All that I ask in return is that you install me as your new president and stand aside as I shape this ragged club into my own image.”
Everyone agreed immediately and Doom nodded his head. Finally some place in this world that did not need to be told to kneel. They would be rewarded in the best manner possible for this.
They would be subjects of the great Doom.