So my friend’s kid has celiac and dyslexia and reading labels is difficult for them (also they’re like 7) so he’s teaching their pigeon, Grey Boy, to read the labels and identify ingredients with gluten. It’s going well, other than Nick thought it would be a good idea to make the behavior when the pigeon does find a bad ingredient to just fucking…wing slap the box. Just beat the shit out of it like, “no! BAD gluten! BAD!”
Tony scoffing at Bruce Banner: You can smash anything huh? Can you smash my hope and appreciation for you?? Huh? No? That’s what I thought you wonderful human piece of broccoli—you’re outstanding.