Tony's eyes rolled so hard they took the rest of his head rolling with him. "How is it my fault one of you predates television and the other predates the flush toilet?"

And yet, Tony was the one to had to wear the most age out of all of them. There was a definite unfairness to it all.

Nonetheless, he relented, and flexed his bared arm as the nanites retreated. "I wanna revolutionize gardening, and you don't want me to...~" Tony sang to himself, kneeling and taking up the discarded trowel.