"Me too!" Peter leaned back with a heavy sigh, "God, pancakes. We need pancakes. We need flour, there's a bakery here right? We should make pancakes, I think we can pull it off..." Peter realized he was rambling then and just cleared his throat, regrouping his thoughts, "You were talking about space... by the way. Have we, or you, or someone ever explored beyond the buildings? How much of a world is there? Are we on like some Avatar-esque floating Island? That'd be cool. Scary too..."
Mostly cool though he thought, thinking about it, then nodded at Tony's question, "Yes, right, I have dealt with them before. Usually some sort of serum. Uh... if I had my computer from home I could show you the full formula, but I don't. Anyway, basically it acted like a painkiller, interrupting the message to the brain to transform. I gave it in enough of a concentrated dose that it actually... worked permanently. Well as far as I'm aware, it was permanent. I haven't seen them in some time, they left afterwards."