“But is it really bestiality if you don’t know that I’m actually a duck?”
There aren’t many people he could say that to even as a joke without getting a lecture or worse, having it mysteriously show up as a headline in the tabloids: Tony Stark Admits To Preferring Bestiality or some such ridiculousness that too many people would actually believe. There would have to be press conferences and damage control and Pepper telling him that he just can’t say things like that without them being taken incorrectly. It would annoy him, prompt him to rebel against perceived authority, and then they’d have a bigger PR nightmare on their hands, because he’d do something so much more outlandish and incitable.
He doesn’t have to worry about all of that bullshit with Justin. He can be silly. He can say dumb things without fear of being misunderstood and reported to the media as some kind of horrible abuser of animals.
Snorting, he shakes his head and leans over to begin the setup for his third, and final, smore. “No, don’t worry. I’m not a duck. If I was, I’d spend more time running around without pants on.” Which, if one is guided by cartoons, is how ducks typically dress.
“Which, you know, if you like that kind of thing, I can do without being a duck. Provided we’re in California or Barbados or some other warm place that isn’t going to arrest me for indecent exposure.” Whether he’d get arrested in California is debatable. He might be able to avoid it by using his eccentric billionaire reputation, he’s not sure.
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There aren’t many people he could say that to even as a joke without getting a lecture or worse, having it mysteriously show up as a headline in the tabloids: Tony Stark Admits To Preferring Bestiality or some such ridiculousness that too many people would actually believe. There would have to be press conferences and damage control and Pepper telling him that he just can’t say things like that without them being taken incorrectly. It would annoy him, prompt him to rebel against perceived authority, and then they’d have a bigger PR nightmare on their hands, because he’d do something so much more outlandish and incitable.
He doesn’t have to worry about all of that bullshit with Justin. He can be silly. He can say dumb things without fear of being misunderstood and reported to the media as some kind of horrible abuser of animals.
Snorting, he shakes his head and leans over to begin the setup for his third, and final, smore. “No, don’t worry. I’m not a duck. If I was, I’d spend more time running around without pants on.” Which, if one is guided by cartoons, is how ducks typically dress.
“Which, you know, if you like that kind of thing, I can do without being a duck. Provided we’re in California or Barbados or some other warm place that isn’t going to arrest me for indecent exposure.” Whether he’d get arrested in California is debatable. He might be able to avoid it by using his eccentric billionaire reputation, he’s not sure.