/ck/ - Food & Cooking

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>Pym: Screw that, Rover is already amphibious; we don’t need something made by Stark
>Hex: Calm down, Pym, Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
>Pym: No, you don't get it; nothing good can come from Tony
>Hex: What’s your deal with that guy? What the hell happened between you and…
>Pym: Stark!
>A limousine stops next to them and one of the windows lowers, Stark is in the back seat wearing sunglasses, he takes them off and smiles at the duo
>Stark: Look at that, it’s my old friend Hank Pym
>Pym: Don't you have an orgy to attend or something?
>Stark: Whoa, such hostility. Still mad at me for being a failure? Is not my fault that you are now trying to reunite the Village People for a living, no offense cowboy
>Hex: Leave me out of your discussion, gentlemen
>Stark: Damn! That’s a nasty scar you got on your face. We have a treatment in the island that can fix you in no time
>Pym: Don’t accept anything from him, who knows how many people he screwed over to build this place?
>Stark: Ah, there it is, you are mad at me because I went ahead with my life while you sunk into depression. Too bad that our little joint venture went nowhere, but that was ages ago. Time to move on, Hank
>Pym: Move on? After you left me in shambles and caused my labs to close?
>Stark: After WE were left in shambles, yet here I am. Some people can get up after they fall, Hank, You should follow my example
>Pym: Is easy for you when you have mountains of ill-earned money to stand on
>Stark: It’s easy for me because I do shit to get results, instead of sitting in a dilapidated lab wondering what went wrong. This conversation is over, stay mediocre Hank
>He puts on his glasses and motions his driver to leave the place