I'd like to thank a friend of mine for this suggestion. Hope this one's as funny for you guys as the last three. Be sure to leave your thoughts and suggestions in the comments. Without further ado, here's Fubhouse Number 4...
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MODOK hovers through the corridors of an AIM facility. The beekeepers stand to attention as he passes. He enters a room with a giant screen on the back wall. He hovers over and turns it on, along with an XBox 360. He picks up an incredibly large headset and straps to his um... head. He proceeds into an online lobby of Call of Duty Black Ops 2.
MODOK: Puny brained adolescents! MODOK shall destroy each and every one of you! Prepare for death, bitches!
Disembodied Voice: Man, you ain't even a prestige, you're [frick]in' level one! Go die in a hole!
MODOK: We shall see who is more deserving of the prestige!
The game starts and MODOK chooses his class. He runs around the map killing everything that moves.
MODOK: DIE CAPITALIST PIG DOGS!!!
Disembodied voice #2: Awww, dude you are powning these assholes!
MODOK: Silence, do not think we are allies purely because we are teammates. I could obliterate you with a thought!
He continues to annihilate the opposition until the end of the game. The lobby empties within seconds.
MODOK: Aha! They have admitted true defeat! Nothing can stop me now.
Within one game he has reached level 32. The lobby slowly fills up. The last member to join is under the username xXAvenger_Killer_4_LifeXx.
MODOK: Is that you, Ultron.
Ultron: MODOK? Why are you playing CoD? This is my turf, you chaired potato!
MODOK: Not for long, soon I shall rule this server!
Ultron: We'll just see about that!
The lobby empties and the game starts. The map is unfarmiliar and a massive range of all kinds of weapons are available.
MODOK: What have you done, you ant-faced freak!
Ultron: 1v1, no quickscoping, no MODs. This is a map and game setting of my own creation. Prepare for death, My Overly Destructive Oddly-shaped Kinsmen.
MODOK: How dare you alter my acronym! Let's do this!
They spend a few minutes running around the giant map.
Ultron: Where you at, huh? Where you at?
MODOK: Shut up and play!
They finally find each other. Ultron's avatar pulls a gattling gun and rains bullets on MODOK's avi. MODOK takes cover. He pulls a Bazooka and fires at Ultron. He hits.
Ultron: That was a cheap shot!
MODOK: 1 to me, Ultroll!
The fight ensues for hours. Explosions destroy buildings and the melee combat wrecks streets. 59 hours later and the two stand facing each other. Throwing punches and breathing heavily.
MODOK: Die *gasp* already!
Ultron: My *bzzrt* circuits are f-f-frying *crrrrreew*
The avis fall exhausted. They sit side by side.
Ultron: This is ridiculous. Call it quits?
MODOK: What do you take me for! You just want me to forfeit so you effectively win! No way!
Ultron: Worth a shot... How about I just deactivate the server. Then, the game shall never tempt us again.
MODOK: You mean... Get rid of Call of Duty?
Ultron: Exactly... No more CoD.
MODOK: [frick] that!
He pulls a sniper and quickscopes Ultron.
MODOK: YEEEEEEAAAH!!! I am the supreme master of CoD! I powned you, asshole! I [frick]ed your ass up so bad! Quickscope headshot, bitch!
Ultron throws down his controller. He gets out of his chair and plugs himself into a computer. He patches into the self destruct of every AIM factory on the planet. With but a thought he destroys them all.
MODOK: Aaaaw, you butthurt little prick!
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Meanwhile, Wade Wilson sits playing Battlefield 3.
Deadpool: Why do people play CoD when this exists?
His cell phone rings. He picks it up and answers.
Deadpool: You've reached Wade Wilson, please leave me the [frick] alone after the beep. Beep.
Bob: Dude, did you hear the news? Taylor Swift has issued a contract on Harry Styles! We can kill One Direction!
Deadpool lowers the phone and stares dramatically into the distance...
TO BE CONTINUED...