"Okay...this may sting." Beauty said as she prepared to place the wet cloth on the beast's torn up arm. Or...Belle did, whatever, for the purposes of this her name is Beauty. Suck it up!
The beast roared in pain when the cloth touched his arm, the big baby. "THAT HURT...bitch!"
"You think you could take a little pain, you puss." Beauty moistened the cloth again and placed it on his arm.
Once more he shouted in pain. "STOP IT! And besides, none of this would've happened if you would've stayed out of the west wing!"
"You and your wing! There's nothing interesting in there anyway except for some stupid flower." And that's when Beauty realized...she royally fucked herself.
Beast raised his hand and prepared to strike her down, but Iron Man flew in through the window and interrupted. "I am Iron Man, and that wouldn't be very nice." He blasted the beast and sent him and his chair flying back.
"Oh thank you, whoever you are, he has the worst temper tantrums." Beauty got off of her knees and tossed the cloth away. Sadly it landed on Lumiere, whose light got put out by it and it killed him. "I know he meant well, but...but he was such a dick!"
Iron Man didn't hear anything she said after the 'Whoever you are' comment. "I'm sorry, how—how do you not know who I am? I'm fuckin' Iron Man."
Fred Fredburger flew in through another window and stuck his landing. "AND I'M FRED! YES!" He jumped out the window, leaving as fast as he came.
Iron Man and Beauty looked at each other for a moment, confused. Iron Man broke the silence though...by slapping her on the ass. "So wanna make out?"