Stark Industries | Saturday
After some mortifying assistance from Ace, Topher was at work. And he was very busy today, actually. You know. Hating his girlparts and all.
It wasn't even that they were gross and girls were weird, though both of those things were true. He just liked looking like him. And not being all weird and unbalanced and stuck in some other body that could be anyone's, really, and who knew what she got up to in her spare time?
...Right then.
If you needed Topher, he'd just be fixing a radio. Or breaking it more so that he could fix it even better. It was hard to tell.
It wasn't even that they were gross and girls were weird, though both of those things were true. He just liked looking like him. And not being all weird and unbalanced and stuck in some other body that could be anyone's, really, and who knew what she got up to in her spare time?
...Right then.
If you needed Topher, he'd just be fixing a radio. Or breaking it more so that he could fix it even better. It was hard to tell.