Seanbaby: Jesus. Those guys aren't just tied up in that asphalt. They're are wrapped around their own spines and crushed into paste. I know they're mean and noisy, but turning them into a liquid mess might be too much of a punishment. And it doesn't make me hungry for pie. No matter what I say, though, don't think that I didn't notice this is the greatest piece of literature in human history. Mr. Fish: "Oh no! We can't go to buy pie because of the disco infested streets!" What kind of pussies are scared to go to the store because of some bad dressers on roller skates? Check out the fat one on the far left! He looks like someone stuck a damn pear on some skates and shoved it. Glub. Luke Cage: Damn. Those were the disco days. Those rolling crackers are even playing my favorite song. "Yeah! Yeah! Baby! Wo! Wo! Rock! Roll! Yeah! Yeah!" Dr. Doom: Were there not a metal mask melted onto Doom's face, you would see a smile pass these lips. The Roller Disco Devils are pure comedy with each humilating stride. Doom has not enjoyed himself this much since seizing the children of his kingdom and replacing their legs with angry monkey heads. The way they scurried across the floor, half out of pain, half out of madness, their own "legs" trying to eat them. Doom even dressed one up as a sailor and let it live out its disease of a life singing for Doom's pleasure.