They look great, I'll admit, but you're also rich and can afford to have new eyebrows, so I'm gonna take it with a grain of salt-- ( scott lets his lips pull into a deep frown for a split-second before twisting the cap of his gatorade off and taking a good gulp out of it. ) --and look for a razor as soon as we get to your lab.
( he's teasing, of course. he only believes with 98% of his being that maybe he'll lose his eyebrows in this entire ordeal. there's still 2% of him that is whole-heartedly sure his face will stay intact, and that's just because it's hard not to believe a guy he's really started to like over time. )
Also, the blue Gatorade is my favourite. You're just getting all the points today, aren't you? ( scott grins now, taking more out of his drink and then sitting on one of the armrests and looking tony's way. )
Scott Lang's Optimus Prime was just as tall as he was, by the way. The only casualties involved were Mr. Lang, his dorm room, and maybe some of the cats Optimus Prime chased around outside the dorm building.
There was just, uh, an issue with overloading. So he blew up in the lab on my last day working on him when I was trying to get all the features working. ( cue jazzhands. ) Go figure?
He was supposed to be a remote-controlled gift-giving kinda thing. Car form for going around, bi-pedal form for actually giving it--that whole she-bang. I don't know. College me was not the smartest guy.
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( he's teasing, of course. he only believes with 98% of his being that maybe he'll lose his eyebrows in this entire ordeal. there's still 2% of him that is whole-heartedly sure his face will stay intact, and that's just because it's hard not to believe a guy he's really started to like over time. )
Also, the blue Gatorade is my favourite. You're just getting all the points today, aren't you? ( scott grins now, taking more out of his drink and then sitting on one of the armrests and looking tony's way. )
Scott Lang's Optimus Prime was just as tall as he was, by the way. The only casualties involved were Mr. Lang, his dorm room, and maybe some of the cats Optimus Prime chased around outside the dorm building.
There was just, uh, an issue with overloading. So he blew up in the lab on my last day working on him when I was trying to get all the features working. ( cue jazzhands. ) Go figure?
He was supposed to be a remote-controlled gift-giving kinda thing. Car form for going around, bi-pedal form for actually giving it--that whole she-bang. I don't know. College me was not the smartest guy.