Aug 31, 2010 19:10
[Tony is sitting at a table in his personal lab lit only by computer screens. There are mechanical parts, computer parts and bits scattered all around him. He looks rumpled and even without the half full bottle of scotch next to him it would be obvious he's beyond drunk. When he speaks, his words are slurred]
We invent things. We create things and we chase after an immortality that we can't ever catch.
[He grabs up the scotch bottle, sweeps his arm over the table top and sends all the bits, parts and a nearly empty rocks glass flying. There's a crash and it just seems to make Tony more angry. He stands up, shoving the table away from him. The device crashes to the floor with everything else but it doesn't shut off. Instead it shows Tony's feet as he crushes the remains of whatever project he was working on beneath them.]
And it's all worthless bullshit.
[He reaches down and grabs the device, looking closely at it. He takes a long swig of scotch, doesn't wince at the burn and stares the device down again.]
You know what they'll remember? This.
[And he throws the device hard enough that the screen is filled with static and then goes black when it hits the wall]
tony is a jackass,
tony is a philosopher,
tony is an inventor,
tony is a genius,
tony is drunk