Outside of the Taylor house, Tim once again found himself pacing in the backyard after a brief fight with his wife. "Boy oh boy...I've done it this time, yup..." He muttered to himself.
"Hidee ho, good neighbor!" Wilson shouted from his side of the fence.
"Wilson, just in time, I really need to talk to you."
"And I really need to pee, make it quick." Wilson walked up to the fence and as usual only showed half of his face thanks to the fence.
Tim slowly stepped up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Me and Jill had another fight..."
"What'd you blow up this time, Tim?" Wilson asked.
"Nothing!" Tim shouted, and then quickly though. "Okay, so I might've blown up the toaster. But technically I only set it on fire, it exploded on its own."
"Tim..."
Tim sighed and sat his head on the fence. "Okay, so it might've been my fault, but the damn thing wouldn't make toast right, needed more power!"
"Well, in the words of someone whose name you wouldn't understand...buy a new fuckin' toaster, Tim." Wilson said plainly.
"...What?"
Iron Man quickly flew in and blasted Wilson away and pulled a toaster from out of nowhere. "Ho ho ho, I am Iron Man and I come bearing toasters!" He handed it to Tim and looked around. "Yeah, I don't know either, I just wanted to mix things up. LATER!" He flew away.
Tim pressed down on the toaster lever and it exploded in his face.