Chapter two (at last) is based on this text: i think it would be like really awesome if scientist could genetically engineer manatees to be like the size of goldfish so i could have one in my fishbowl and be like FUCK YEAH TINY MANATEE, from Clint to Tony.
Clint: hey tony. tony i had an epifany.
Tony: You had an epiphany. Is it that you will now use incorrect spelling and grammar? Because Agent's going to love that.
Clint: dont be fucking retarded bro. its genus
Tony: It'd be more genius at any other time than four am.
Clint: listn. shhh shhh listn. i think it would be like really awesome if scientist (you) could genetically engineer manatees to be like the size of goldfish so i could have one in my fish bowl and be like FUCK YEAH TINY MANATEE.
Tony: Clint Barton, You are a stoned genius. If only I was a geneticist.
