As it astounds you, I request you not shake it and dispense with this mechanical rebellion quickly.
[Thor's frown deepens the more Tony taps at the machinery. That has the distinct look of a man who is not certain in any way of what he's doing, and is only poking about the innards of a thing in the hopes of getting it working again as though by magic.
Not reassuring, not at all.
The walls of this -- this suspended box hanging needlessly still in a long and very high chute -- suddenly feel a bit closer. Why are these elevators designed to be so small? Humans might be tiny, but this is ridiculous]
How does he remain in business if his products are so prone to failure? [Thor shifts a bit, trying not to let on that there's a growing sense of unease building inside him. It's not that he fears the falling-- he flies, for Glory's sake, via a very large hammer -- but it's the confinement and the eerie, yellowish light that's starting to flicker overhead. It's damned unnatural.] I believe I hate him.
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[Thor's frown deepens the more Tony taps at the machinery. That has the distinct look of a man who is not certain in any way of what he's doing, and is only poking about the innards of a thing in the hopes of getting it working again as though by magic.
Not reassuring, not at all.
The walls of this -- this suspended box hanging needlessly still in a long and very high chute -- suddenly feel a bit closer. Why are these elevators designed to be so small? Humans might be tiny, but this is ridiculous]
How does he remain in business if his products are so prone to failure? [Thor shifts a bit, trying not to let on that there's a growing sense of unease building inside him. It's not that he fears the falling-- he flies, for Glory's sake, via a very large hammer -- but it's the confinement and the eerie, yellowish light that's starting to flicker overhead. It's damned unnatural.] I believe I hate him.