[Tony is dicking around in what looks to be a junkyard, wearing a beat-up tank top with a funny blue glow right in the center. There are piles of trash here and there, but most importantly is the pile of metal sitting right next to the device, gleaming in all its...dirty junkiness
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Oh ho, what have we here? A familiar face.]
Ya' come up looking for temporary patchwork slag, and look who I find.
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[He forgot Lockdown's name.]
-Tornado Drill Man.
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Lockdown, genius.
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[Le shrug. And he gazes upon Lockdown's ~majestic physique~ some more]
Don't happen to have any scraps, do you?
[He's impressed.]
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So- about that poking we talked about.
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Right, the poking. Last time we did it at your garage.
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If you could tell me where my garage is, I'd be happy to make another appointment.
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In fact, this act of not-kindness has been erased from my memory to prevent future teasing.
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[He picks up a few bits from Tony's discard pile, then leaves, letting the avatar vanish once the scrap is in his back seat.]
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