"Oh please. We are not 'fellow' men. And I'm messy because I spilled my drink dodging a gimpy Frogger," Tony snapped, waiting for Jarvis to translate what exactly the man had called his machine. His eye twitched when the word came through. He raised a finger. "I'll let a lip about myself slide, but insult this machine again and something much more expensive and beautiful will come down and punch you through the cement at your feet."
This machine was a beauty, and Tony had taken many hours to trick it out to his specifications, including rebuilding the engine. Usually he saved such attention for classic cars, but this one was so beautifully messy and angular it had caught his attention.
He turned towards the man. "This 2005 Ford GT is parking itself because I am its owner and spent hours rebuilding it from the inside out, and then I told it to. Comments from the brilliant pirate?"