Tony, Tony

SIXTEEN

"There was a rich middle aged recovering playboy/addict and arms dealing business heir named Tony. That's you, Mr. Stark."

Tony sat there, listening intently with the pepper grinder there beside him.

"And this rich middle aged man named Tony--still you, sir--he had everything he ever wanted. And he had friends. And he had a chauffeur. And he was very happy all the time. The end."

Tony smiled for a moment and closed his eyes. Then, they popped back open, and he sat up with a start. "But I'm still unhappy, Jarvis! What gives? That was even worse than last night's story where you tried to tell me Pepper was just playing hard to get!"

So Tony went and got himself some Burger King to clear his head and intestines.