[You are fucking welcome, pretty boy. Tony licks a strip up one side of that fudgesicle and then transfers two of his fingers - woefully coated - to his mouth.]
Are you kidding? This thing has a wetbar, freezer all inclusive.
[He gestures at a panel near the back. Technically it's supposed to be available to transport organs and/or severed limbs in the case of medical emergencies, but yeah, no. The intended purpose overlaps hardcore with the appropriated one. Plus, it's full of liquor. And ice cream.]
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Are you kidding? This thing has a wetbar, freezer all inclusive.
[He gestures at a panel near the back. Technically it's supposed to be available to transport organs and/or severed limbs in the case of medical emergencies, but yeah, no. The intended purpose overlaps hardcore with the appropriated one. Plus, it's full of liquor. And ice cream.]
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[Steve has to look, following Tony's flourish. He shouldn't be surprised, not with who's at the designer's wheel. Starks.
He peels off one side of the ice-cream sandwich and pushes up to go investigate.] You stock that up too?