Re: [Facility: Tony/Steve]
Whatever. I don't want to talk to you right now. You're freaking me out, and you're making me dig graves, and I know for a fact someone your size should always be hungry.
[Tony finished the first box, essentially cutting rectangles in the turf of the appropriate size and even sending robots the size of fleas down into the turf to cut the chunks into (relatively) easily moved pieces. He kicked off the ground and went several feet up into the air, ostensibly to get a better view of the ground so he could put more graves in the ground, one after the other.
The mask went down with a definitive clink of metal.]