[Weird shit happens in Mandalus. Tony knows this. But that doesn't mean he has to like it, so when the third snowball hits him right in the back of the head, he stops and glares, looking for the culprit. There isn't a soul in sight wielding magical summer snowballs or anything like that, and Tony has a brief moment of panic where he wonders if the city itself is out to get him.]
Okay, whoever the hell's doing that, they better stop or else... [He doesn't have a threat to finish with, so he trails off without a proper conclusion.]