Tony, Tony

TWENTY-FOUR

"Hello, Hollywood? Yes, I'll hold." Tony clicked the magic bluetooth wireless, hands-free headset two-way communication device lodged in his ear.

He sat, drumming his fingers on his expensive standing desk--a glass one. It's also bulletproof, can be used underwater, and on the surface of the moon. Tony built it himself.

Stark waited on hold, listening to what sounded like a gramophone playing Top 40 hits while being slowly crushed. He waited and waited. Desperately wishing for your long deceased parents to still be alive even though you attended the funeral... all because of a terrible break up... made Tony... patient.

"We're sorry. Due to the volume of calls, we are unable to connect you with a call center representative at this...." Tony clicked the Bluetooth thing so hard, he felt something in his head come loose.

He clenched his hand into a fist, causing his Iron Man suit glove thing to come flying out of a tunnel that leads to his garage or lair or rumpus room or something. It wrapped itself around his hand. Tony prepared to fly... after he took some of his medicine.