㊛ the curiosity is killing me
"No, no, I know, I know, it's more of a high-density, precision engineered, and I believe custom blended alloy? How very like you, to be so exacting with your metallurgy that you have a signature metal scent. I think I'm picking up . . . wait one damned minute."
"Cheese crackers and gummy candy? Really? You're just carrying them around with you? Are they for board meetings, Tony? Is that what they're for?" Hank sighs. Unbelievable. "Laser plume, likely from either the workshop or some kind of countermeasure, I expect, though yours tend to have a much lower number of carcinogens in them."
"Plant food, some nutrient rich water - I believe something from the food truck down on Fifth Avenue? They really do make the most delicious sandwiches there, I'm starting to get hungry just smelling it on you . . . extremely fancy bed sheets. A whole host of other things."
"You stink, Tony, I'm telling you you stink."