A bowl of fruit. But not just any fruit... these are the Uncanny X-Fruit! A banana in a Wolverine costume (yellow and black version, obviously), a metal-ribbed pineapple (Colossus), a pair of cherries in scanty Emma Frost underwear, a ruby grapefruit with Cyclops lenses, a furry Beast of a peach... etc.
CAP (MM): I can turn the X-Men into a bowl of fruit...
A bright green cushioned footstool, with raggedy purple trimming around the lower half and a shaggy, darker green cushion on top.
CAP (MM): The Hulk into an ottoman...
A table lamp with a burning skull face. A switch cord hangs down to one side. A small human hand reaches for the cord.
CAP (MM): Ghost Rider into a lampshade...
Main panel. Pull out to show the wider scene. We are in an average suburban living room... with some less average, superhumanly-themed decorations. All the items described so far are present, along with a fireplace made from orange rocks (The Thing) with a Human Torch-striped fire burning in the hearth and a blue rubber Mr. Fantastic poker set. There are blue and red webbed curtains hanging at the windows (Spidey), an Iron Man-style TV set, a ship-in-a-bottle Silver Surfer ornament, an Edvard Munch 'Scream' painting on the wall, with Thor in the place of the screamer. Etc, etc.
There are two people in the room. One is Owen Reece, the Molecule Man. He's switching off the Ghost Rider lampshade as he speaks. Very matter of fact. Not at all menacing, boastful or superior. He's just stating the obvious. If anything, he's a little bit sad.
The other person is Captain America (Steve Rogers). Or what's left of him. His costume is in tatters and his shield flops over his arm like it's made of blancmange. As always, he's the last to concede defeat, but even he realises this battle is unwinnable. Unless... unless he can appeal to Owen Reece's decent, human side.
MM: I don't understand how any of you think you can stop me.
CAP A: Owen... please... you're better than this. I know you are.
MM: And that's the worst thing of all, isn't it?
MM: I want to be. I really do...
Close on Molecule Man. Now we see his sadness. He can do anything he wants, recreate the world in his own image if he so wishes... but what's the point?
MM: Which is why I'll put everything back the way you want. I'll even rearrange the molecules in your brains and wipe the trauma from your memory. Just like I always do.
MM: And even though you won't remember this, I'll have made my point. Every now and then, Captain, we all just need to be shown...
Molecule Man is sitting now, on his Galactus-coloured sofa, head in his hands, full of remorse... and self-pity.
MM: Exactly what I'm capable of.