To: p.quill@starkindustries.com From: t.stark@starkindustries.com
Subject: re:re:re:re:re: Time off?
I smell something past the perfume factory you're trying to kill my sinus cavity with.
Also? Hells to the no. I hate space. Maybe not the future stuff, because yay for that, but the rest of it probably has more Chitauri style nightmare fodder and guess what? Outer space can keep that shit. Once it was seen it couldn't be unseen ever again.
No more 2 AM work schedule? Tell Friday. And can you pick me up a cold Italian sub with soy cheese on it? No onions. Some of those little pepperoncini things on it. Get them chopped up but not sliced in rings because they get all hangy in my mouth and I feel like I can't chew without them flinging out everywhere.