( scott's eyes go wide, mouth dropping a little, and then he blinks and shakes his head to snap himself out of his stupor. ) Dude!

Are you kidding me? If we met in college I--holy shit, Tony, I would've killed to build Transformers with you! Don't even joke about that!

( he's on a roll now, which isn't a good sign. he downs his gatorade like a dying rock star would down several gallons of tequila, some split-second memory that, shit, he's wearing the suit, being the only thing that keeps him from swiping his sleeve over his mouth to clean whatever excess is there. )

I couldn't re-make Optimus after college 'cause I had to go job-hunting, and then there was the whole marriage thing and Maggie didn't like when I did big things like that, and I guess it just sort of... it slipped my mind...

( there's a brief sadness to his tone he didn't expect--some measure of unspoken regret. scott pushes that aside with a smile. )

I mean, shit, I'm good at things, but I don't think I'm that good. ( he laughs, rubs the side of his neck. ) I'm way too rusty now.