[Tony's eyes progressively narrow with each new word that streams out of the guy's mouth. He raises a finger to interject after "orange," but -- oh. Nope, he's still. Talking. And also pantomiming playing an instrument, all with his back still glued to the concrete.]
A normal-- okay. [Tony crouches down and grabs the guy by the shoulder.] First off, Jonas Brothers aren't handsome. Second, [he hauls him to a sitting position, then uses both hands to prop him up against the dragon statue,] I doubt this is par for the course unless you're, like, coming straight from a Dartmouth frat house -- hey, FRIDAY?
["Yes, boss?"
Tony snatches a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket and slides them on.]
Could you check this guy's heart rate? I'm guessing this is some Lunatia magic-crap-intoxication, but let's still check his O2 levels -- oh. [He shoves his wrist into the guy's face, which now has a small nozzle attached, as if part of a bracelet.] Blow into this.
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A normal-- okay. [Tony crouches down and grabs the guy by the shoulder.] First off, Jonas Brothers aren't handsome. Second, [he hauls him to a sitting position, then uses both hands to prop him up against the dragon statue,] I doubt this is par for the course unless you're, like, coming straight from a Dartmouth frat house -- hey, FRIDAY?
["Yes, boss?"
Tony snatches a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket and slides them on.]
Could you check this guy's heart rate? I'm guessing this is some Lunatia magic-crap-intoxication, but let's still check his O2 levels -- oh. [He shoves his wrist into the guy's face, which now has a small nozzle attached, as if part of a bracelet.] Blow into this.
[A beat. He sighs.] Please don't make a joke--