Nice try, hot shot, but I never called you Cap. He may be a little outdated, but he's got more class, even if his sense of style could use some fine tuning. I'll admit, neither of you have any semblance of social grace, though.

Look, you sat your happy backside down next to me, Terminator, not the other way around. Got a problem with me then take it up with the captains of this fine cruise ship because I didn't ask for this vacation and sadly enough, I left my Stark Industries patented Give-a-Crap in my other suit.

[Too bad he also left his 'Tony stop talking' warning light in his other suit as well. He gives in and picks up the cup, swirling the liquid before taking a small, experimental drink. It burns all the way down. He's too sober for this shit.]

Worse than Dr. Seuss' coppery pancakes with a side of scrambled mystery eggs? No wonder you're so fussy. Indigestion does that.