6th Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Given what's happened lately? Tony's looking even more sleep deprived as usual. And more than a little fed up with... well, with just about everything]

Few things, ship.

One: The food here is crap, and I want a cleaning service. Or a car. Or both.

Two: I think I kind of promised someone a particle accelerator. I claim time extension rights considering my first port and a goddamn flood.

Which brings us to three. Sorry kids, bed offers expired.

[Filtered to Maintenance/Repair/Lab Wardens and such]
Pretty sure you guys have been told about me. But I'm kind of a big deal in engineering, robotics, and math.

So here to serve or whatever.

[Private to Charles]
I need you to back me up. I'll trade ignoring your trigger happy friend for it.

Basically, I need spare arc reactors. And I need to build them, and have people not know what the hell they actually are. And since I'm an inmate that's probably gonna require your word that they're not some sort of bomb.

[Private to Steve]
Do I need to tell you to shut up about the arc reactor, or is that kind of a given?

Comments

[yeahscience]

Dude.

[aggravating]

[Nope just raising his eyebrows.

Trolling or not trolling. The world will never know.]

[yeahscience]

...Starting to get why you're an inmate.

[aggravating]

Apparently it's a widely supported opinion.

[Him being an inmate over being a warden, he means]

And I can not be the only person in the multiverse that hates that duck to the point of violence.

[yeahscience]

I mean, yeah, WB cartoons are where it's at and all, but...

[aggravating]

[He's just sort of grinning now, amused despite the... uh. Conversation]

I'm getting labeled as a psychopath after this, aren't I?

[yeahscience]

You get some points for not publicly murdering anyone yet, I guess. If Donald Duck shows up here, though, I'm getting his feathered ass a like... warden restraining order.

[aggravating]

Not actually big on the killing part of things, so I think he's safe.

Besides, if he ever actually showed up here I think I'd just dump myself overboard. I've kind of learned not to trust harmless looking talking animals.

[yeahscience]

It's happened before, man. I talked to Tigger, that day the pipes opened up? Like from freaking Winnie the Pooh? [It had actually been kind of relaxing after his afternoon of extreme emotional turmoil.]

[aggravating]

Yeah, I got stuck with the psychotic pink pony who wanted to skin me alive and make me into muffins.

[He would have killed for Tigger :c ]

[yeahscience]

[He's just going to stare at you, Tony.]

[aggravating]

It kind of ruins your opinion on cartoons.

[Yup. This is a conversation that's happening.]

[yeahscience]

Uh.

Yeah.

[He's got nothing, bro.]

How do you... I mean, muffins... [There's a hint of sick curiosity there, like watching animal killings on the Discovery Channel -- but then he decides that whatever the answer is, it is too Goddamn sick, and shakes his head in disgust.] You know what? Don't tell me.

[aggravating]

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around a pony even managing to hold a knife.

[yeahscience]

Well... ponies have teeth, right? [He honestly sounds unsure.]

[aggravating]

[p a u s e]

.... Yeah, like. Four. Or something.

[yeahscience]

...Four? [That doesn't sound right to him, but he's not sure what the real answer is.]

Like... really, really big ones, or...? [He holds up two fingers to represent bottom teeth, and two as top teeth.]