Robotman: "Okay Lar, since the Chief hasn't been made by Mattel yet, I guess the next best thing to do to cure you of that damn singing, is to call a doctor."
Negative Man: "Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah, some people call me the doctor of love....."
Robotman: "You're really startin' to piss me off with all dat singin'."
Robotman: "Alright, I called in the closest doctor I could find at this time of night. Some weird cat who calls himself Dr.Strange."
Negative Man" Strangelove....strange highs and strange lows. Strangelove, that's how my love goes."
Robotman: "Now don't you start that again!"
Dr.Strange: "Greetings Doom Patrollers, I am the master of the mystic arts, Dr.Strange. I believe you called me about a certain problem you're having?"
Robotman: "Well yeah, but I don't know what the hell magic has to do with this, but if it can fix mummy-puss over there, then let's give it a shot."
Dr.Strange: "Now what seems to be the problem with your friend?"
Robotman: "He wouldn't stop singin', and it's driving me fucking nuts!"
Negative Man: "Baby you can drive my car.....tell you I'm gonna' be a star...."
Robotman: "See what I mean doc? He's been like this for days now I tell ya', days!"
Dr.Strange: "I see. I've seen cases like this before, and it's quite clear to me your friend has Karaoke-itis."
Dr.Strange: "It's nothing to worry about I assure you. He'll return to normal after you let it run its course. Should take another 24hrs I believe."
Negative Man: "Oh I need your love babe....eight days a week."
Robotman: "What!? You was supposed to fix him, not encourage him!"
Dr.Strange: "Trust me, Robotman is it? Everything will be fine by tomorrow. I'll have my manservant Wong send you the bill."
Robotman: "Manservant? Wong? What the hell kinda' whacked out gay porno scene you got going on over there?"
Negative Man: "He's the one they call Dr.Feelgood; he's the one that makes it alright."
Robotman: "First thing in the morning, I'm reporting that quack to the better business bureau. Sheesh!"