[Look, to be honest, Quentin did not even consider that Tony might care about walking across the street naked. Since when has Tony Stark had any shame? And he's got his freaky skin suit thing anyway, which is frankly not much more revealing than the Krakoan fashion Quentin's been used to. One of the top 10 weirdest things about not living on Krakoa anymore? Wearing layers.]
Of course it's witty. I said it. Come on, pay attention. [Is Tony patronizing him? Probably. Is Quentin going to ignore that for the sake of his own ego? Yes.]
Oh, and don't worry about the cages. That's just a gimmick. It happens. [Quentin waves his hand dismissively, not even bothering to check that Stark is following. If he's not, it's his own fault.]
Right, so. This whole place is an advanced simulation, possibly a pocket dimension of some kind. Doesn't match the MO of any known supervillains, so hooray for us. Whole thing seems to be run by an AI entity that gained sentience but fortunately for us the benevolent kind. Think Vanamonde, not HAL 9000. Shit started going downhill, and we hit the hard reset button. I may or may not have a copy of its memories locked away in my quantifiably superior brain, and that may or may not be confidential information. With me so far, old man?
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Of course it's witty. I said it. Come on, pay attention. [Is Tony patronizing him? Probably. Is Quentin going to ignore that for the sake of his own ego? Yes.]
Oh, and don't worry about the cages. That's just a gimmick. It happens. [Quentin waves his hand dismissively, not even bothering to check that Stark is following. If he's not, it's his own fault.]
Right, so. This whole place is an advanced simulation, possibly a pocket dimension of some kind. Doesn't match the MO of any known supervillains, so hooray for us. Whole thing seems to be run by an AI entity that gained sentience but fortunately for us the benevolent kind. Think Vanamonde, not HAL 9000. Shit started going downhill, and we hit the hard reset button. I may or may not have a copy of its memories locked away in my quantifiably superior brain, and that may or may not be confidential information. With me so far, old man?