Superhero musings set to the anatomical stylings of a plastic Tony Stark
How did you think I made the suits?
What? No, it’s not crazy at all. I’d say “pre-serial killer” at worst.
Actually, cancel that, Pepper. Don’t send the Hulk. In fact, don’t send anybody for, like, three hours.
Pepper, they’ve got me working in a sweatshop making belly dancing costumes. No, I’m not kidding. Send Hulk.
Can’t say it didn’t warn me
Worst weapon ever
I like you, Cone. You’re always looking out for me. The rest of the Avengers are all, “Let’s save the world,” while you’re all, “Watch out for this patch of grass.”
They have small pistils Classic case of overcompensation. Sad, really.
Which side do I open to find out who I’m going to marry? Because I don’t want to open that side. In fact, JARVIS, burn this right now.
