Ben Grimm looks down at the earth. The troubled earth led by troubled men who would, very soon, be reminded by Victor von Doom and his ilk that no society is perfect. And, maybe, Reed will wake up and remember that in order for the world to move forward, humans can't just sit on their duffs.

He wonders, idly, if the idiot'll be okay.

"I'll help ya. Even if we can't find many uninhabited planets, at least we can give 'em enough warnin to pack up and move." Ben states, "If you spare Earth, and if you promise to try your best t'find a fix to this problem'a yours."

"...I ain't sayin it's gonna be easy, Galactus." Ben concludes, looking the...whatever it is in what he hopes is its eye, "But if dere's one thing bein Reed Richards's friend for as long as I have has taught me, it's dat anythin's possible. Waddya say we give it a try?"