Tony looked back up at Thor, pondering how long the 'witless dog' act should be carried out. 'Ah hell. Whatever. Let him have his fun.' Once he cleared the shreds of meat from his jaws, he jumped down and stretched out his fluffy legs, pacing in expectant circles for playtime.

"Only one way to find out, I'd say. Be gentle." The AI rubbed his chin, picturing the original reduced to a fine mist with a projectile thrown by the God of Thunder.