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But their darkest hour may yet be at hand, as humanity's most frightening threat comes violently from beyond the stars...from the depths of the Negative Zone, a universe in a dimension parallel to our own -- one first discovered years ago by Reed Richards himself. And it is this terrifying and deadly menace that will ultimately test the measure and mettle of four heroes sworn to protect the human race at any cost -- even their own lives....
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A green-skinned Skrull warrior showed them to their table. "Here are your menus," he said, the latex wattles upon his lower jaw wobbling somewhat as he spoke. "I'll be back to take your orders in a moment."
"Thank you," Susan Richards replied. She made sure her baby daughter, Valeria, was safely tucked into her high chair, then smiled at the wide-eyed little boy seated next to her. "Isn't this fun, Franklin?"
The SkrullWorld Café was the latest theme restaurant to hit New York, attracting families and tourists who wanted a little extraterrestrial atmosphere with their overpriced burgers and salads. Waiters and waitresses made up to resemble various alien species circulated among the seated patrons. From where she was sitting, on the ground floor of the split-level eatery, Sue spotted blue-skinned Kree soldiers, lizardlike Badoon, a feathered Shi'ar empress, and even a fairly convincing replica of a Stone Man from Saturn. Sue pitied the poor, semi-employed actor sweating inside that bulky, foam-rubber costume.
Talk about paying your dues, she thought.
A sparkling electric starfield, complete with glowing nebulae and supernovas, adorned the high, domed ceiling, while model spacecraft, built with varying degrees of accuracy, hung on wires above the ground floor. Life-size busts of iconic cosmic entities such as Galactus and the Watcher peered down on the patrons from opposite sides of the mezzanine. Dry-ice fog tumbled from luminous craters scattered throughout the restaurant. Sci-fi music and sound effects played in the background.
"Pretty cool!" Franklin enthused. The towheaded eight-year-old looked about him eagerly, craning his neck to check out the miniature space cruisers suspended overhead. "Look, there's Daddy's old rocket ship!"
Glancing upward, Sue located the model her son was excitedly pointing at. Sure enough, a toy-sized duplicate of Reed's original spacecraft, complete wit
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