guess i'm dying

I'll take a scotch on the rocks. Seriously, woo me. I want to completely forget that I ended up in a B-rated modernized remake of Wonderland with kinky sadists as my new rulers.

[A sigh as Tony looks away from the barista toward the camera. He looks so. Unimpressed. With life at this moment. Or mostly with the device.]

Surprised this piece of crap even works.

[He turns it in his hands slightly to investigate the grooves, where the parts come together. You can almost see the ideas brightening in his eyes, the updates and the plans and the innovations... before the scotch slides his way, and he remembers his original intent. First mode of action: Find out everything and anything about any possible visits from before. He's searched the network archives and found...well, himself. Not a huge surprise considering what he'd read in the guide. He can only glean so much, though. He can only see what's there, what's been entered, the raw data. Anything past that is a mystery.]

The name's Tony Stark. If you know me- good for you. Give yourself a pat on the back cause we're having a reunion, baby. Whether we like it or not.

[He grabs the glass of scotch and raises it toward the lens, eyebrows wriggling.]

See that? Choices. Another excellent freedom given to us from our Founding Fathers and good ol' Uncle Sam. If this were America, anyway, and it's not, so actually there are no choices except whether I want this or a bottle of whiskey.

Yeah.

[Quickly losing interest, he fiddles with the interface a bit before ending the video to get his answers.]