Spyro, the purple dragon...thing, and his fairy partner ran through the field of whatever the hell land their from. There was no one in sight, oddly enough, and this worried the two, somewhat. But there was a more grave concern...

"Hey, where the hell is that rich guy with my crack?" Spyro shouted as he looked around. "I paid him good money for that, so he better as hell show up!"

"Spyro, I think there's a more important issue, don't you think this place is a little...barren? I mean, there's not even a random enemy running around! I think Ripto's up to something again...or whatever other bad guy there is, not really sure anymore."

"No one gives a shit about that, where's the crack guy?" Spyro ran off into the distance, in search of his drugs.

When he reached a dead end, he turned around, as someone landed behind him. Iron Man stood there, looking around. "I am Iron Man, and that is a dragon, not that How To Train Your Dragon crap. But still...I'mma blast you." He held out his hand and blasted Spyro up against the wall. "Well, that was fun...wonder what's on TV. Better not have missed my Soap." He flew off into the air.