Y'know what? The whole woe-is-me whiny-ass Marvel super-hero bullshit
really doesn't work for me when the character in question is a suave, handsome, priapic billionaire. And it's not like he's Bruce Wayne, where he always manages to narrowly avoid getting it on with some gorgeous gal in his civilian identity. (And if Bruce Wayne ever
did let things get that far, I just know his mind would be busy drawing up plans for a new Batmobile engine or concocting an antidote to the Scarecrow's newest psychotropic gas -- even as his scarred, sinewy member mechanically and efficiently probed for her clitoris.) Naw, I always got the impression that Tony Stark is deeply in love with
being Tony Stark. So Young Gerry Conway will have to excuse me if I don't go all weepy at the sight of a wealthy ladies' man who has to drop everything at a moment's notice so he can put on a super-suit and fly around.
Alright, who here wanted that open briefcase to reveal a clown costume or a pair of glittery short-shorts and a sequined headband instead of the Iron Man suit? ...Just me? Okay, then.
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Well, Tony might've wanted the clown suit, too...but just a little.
Tony's all about the cosplay.
I will have you know that the image of Bruce Wayne patchwork johnson probing for a clitoris (whose? Vicki Vale's? Selina Kyle's? Talia?) is now etched into my mind. I hold you responsible for my pain!
Anonymous: Maybe he could wear it under his armor!
Bill S.: "Patchwork" Johnson: the amazing character find of 2007! I'm picturing a rugged, weathered, well-endowed detective who plays by his own rules! Kind of a "Ron Jeremy meets the Punisher" type of thing.
I admit it, my indignation was basically just an excuse to say "patchwork johnson". Hehehe!
I'm now anxiously awaiting his crossover with the Legion of Super-Lanas.
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