3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Tony found himself run afoul of the 'televisions hate rich kids' curse that always hit Bruce when he watch television in a public place. Not that he knew that was probably the case, but still...

It was bad enough to distract him from trying to take the TV apart to just make it stop.

Megacroc vs Hypergator.

Only on the SyFy channel would such a monstrosity come about. "Oh, c'mon! I could make a better robot than that CGI!"

[[Open, of course]]

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"So little faith in my talents," Tony shot back, already digging around in the innards of the television.

[wwiii]

"Oh, I have plenty of faith. It's the TV that doubts."

Yeah. That was totally how it was going to be.

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"Riiiiight," Tony drawled, hidden by the box as he tweaked a few things to make this work better. Oh, Tony. "Any change?"

[wwiii]

"Nope," Warren reported. "It's still a TV."

The TV chimed in its agreement with some loud, angry-sounding fake mega-reptile sounds.

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"Ha ha."

See if he ever made you an awesome phone, Warren.

"Now?"

[wwiii]

Warren hesitated at that. On the one hand, it was no longer giant reptiles. On the other hand...

"How do you feel about the Slap Chop guy?"

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"Wasn't he on TMZ?" Weren't Tony and Warren at one point or other?

[wwiii]

"Hasn't everyone been on TMZ?"

Oh, they totally were.

"I'm trying to figure out if he's better or worse than mega-reptiles."

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"Worse," Tony supplied for him, tweaking another thing.

[wwiii]

"Back to reptiles," Warren reported. "Only this time, one is purple, and one is green, and-"

I love you, you love me, we're a happy family...

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"AH!" Fix it, Tony!

[wwiii]

Fix it faster!

And now, it sounded like bad department store music.

"There's now a guy with no shirt on, punching rocks."

Congrats, Tony. You'd just found Polish Space Battles.

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"What?" Tony peered around to stare at the screen for a moment. "...this is actually better than before."

[wwiii]

"I think there's a trampoline offscreen," Warren mused. "Though I'm not entirely certain why he feels like he has to jump everywhere."

Maybe he was part frog.

"That blood is totally made from tempera paint."

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"It's in space," Tony replied. "Space works like that."

Liiiiiies.

[wwiii]

"I don't think space even worked like that in the real Space Battles," Warren protested, watching the guy get his hands washed with what he could only assume was a pail full of lettuce water "Except for the parts that they cut straight out from the movie, I guess."

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"It could, though."

[wwiii]

"You find me a space that works that way," Warren countered, "and we can go there and I'll spend a whole day, just punching rocks and jumping around for no good reason."

It would be awesome.

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"Deal," Tony said, offering a hand.

Between their worlds, it was possible.

[wwiii]

You better believe that Warren was going to take that hand and shake.

"Looking forward to it."

... No, really. He totally was.