That was why Tony was breezing past it. He knew it needed to be mentioned to Bruce, one of his closest friends. It cut down on the surprise! factor if he needed a paper bag to breathe in while he ran like hell to the roof so he could fly off at top speed, rattling all the windows.
"We can probably get some. Right away. Friday, fax over some request forms," he said aloud, moving over to get his coffee when the disembodied female told him it would be done right away. "I think if you work on targeting it with the blood sample, and I start finishing the delivery method and programming, we can have this knocked out by, what...end of the week?"
In Tony's mind, as long as Bruce was there, they could cure cancer and power the planet for a thousand lifetimes. Zero pollution too. And maybe have time to turn him into a Transformer. Neat.