I wouldn't read this comic again if it was tatooed on Lynda Carter's breasts. If you can get through it without crying, that's a way better super power than talking to fish. But so is being able to touch your toes. Oh good. So Aquaman's not just a pussy. He's an idiot. Maybe he shouldn't be jumping to conclusions like "A submarine! He must be a kelp-hater on a mission to ram plants!" This kind of insanity is a disaster waiting to happen. Someday he's going to see some kids at a drinking fountain on the beach, assume they're trying to drain the ocean of its water, and drop a killer whale on their heads. And nobody's going to feed him anything after that -- EXCEPT MAYBE PAPERS FOR HIS ARREST! Hey, fuck you. They teach you how to talk like that in super villain class. Doom can tell from the homoerotic purple color of the hippocampus the aquatic fool rides, that this giant sea horse is carrying young. Due to a biological joke I played on the puny Earth with my time machine, the male sea horse carries the fertilized young, effectively making the males of the species "pregnant." Doom feels your enjoyment of this advertisement will be enhanced if you knew that Aquaman rides on a purple male sea horse probably impregnated by his own pathetic sperm. Enjoy the genenetic practical jokes of Doom -- they are without equal!