With a deep breath, Tony waved that pathetic tale away to herald the next, pointing at Nick as he did to begin: "You know this, and the only reason this one is so good is because of you, but here it is: Years after that one, after I'm CEO of Stark and having a great time of it, before I have Pepper to catch me when I'm falling on my face, I'm seeing this other gal. She takes me to this friend's loft, some artist who thought he was designing the real cyborg, complete freak with no taste but interesting ideas. He's not there, but she says he lets everyone come in, some sort of Warhol thing, and half an hour later we're fucking in his living room. That's fine, he still doesn't show up, I want to go but she's like, 'Hey, let's try this'. Okay, and this is important, this wasn't the bad idea for future experimentation, it was just some kind of Murphy's Smackdown. She wants me to tie her up and suspend her, kind of, and the best way to do this (take notes) is to take the lengths of the binding and put it over the door to tie on the doorknob on the other side. It's safe, she's still touching the floor, best sex you'll ever have. We hadn't shut that door before, though, and didn't know that it locked. Not that we cared for a long time, but when I tried to open it to get her down, we realized we were boned. So she's strapped up, our clothes are behind that door, and we don't know where to begin looking for a key. And that would still be fine if we could cut her down or call her friend or whatever other escape plans you're already formulating for yourself if you're ever in this situation, but imagine the universe wants you to suffer. Imagine next that I'm going down the fire escape wrapped in a sheet, hoping she doesn't loose all feeling in her toes up there in Warhol's bedroom. They won't let me in a convenience store, I don't have a quarter, next thing I know I'm in this bar shouting into the phone at Nick, who has no idea what I want for him and I just keep telling him that this biker dude is either going to take me out back and beat me or take me home and love me tenderly. Who else was I going to call?"