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Tony dropped a $5 bill into the homeless man's hat.

"I hope you suffer." The old man said.

"Excuse me?" asked Tony.

"I said I hope you suffah. When ya burnin in the hellfire. Down in the boilin pit of sewage."

"...is that how people say 'thank you' here?"

"Thank you? For wha?" The homeless man reached into the hat and held up the crumpled $5 bill. "Wha the hell am I gonna do wit dis? Wha even is dis?"

"Y'know, you can take it to a place and they...y'know, con-uh-convert it to pounds, and-"

"They what? No, no, no they don't! I can't do fuck all with this! You don't know what you're talkin about!"

"Okay, sure. You may be 100% right in saying that, but c'mon...banishing me to eternal damnation? For that? That's p uncool."

"P uncool? How old are ya to be talkin like that?"

"Listen, I date a LOT of younger women. My slang is pretty current. Don't fault me for that...homeless...sir."

"Fuckin hell...you're off ya rocker are you."

"Ahaha...me? Off my rocker? Okay, I'm about to make your day, guy...do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, I know who you fuckin are. Why do you think I told you I hoped you suffah?!"

"I thought it was because I gave you foreign currency."

"No! No! I don't tell no one I hope they fuckin suffah just because they give me Yank cash!"

"Well, you seemed pretty upset about it."

"Of course I was fuckin upset! I can barely even wipe my ass with dis shit you give me! But I told you to fuckin suffah, because I know who you fooking are..."

"Well...that's a pretty common reaction really. I mean, everyone's entitled to their opinion-"

"Ya Tom fookin Crooze aren't ya?!

"...inventor of The Hover-Round?"

"The actor! Ya fookin softie! You're playing your pretty boy acting games now aren't ya? You're soft, lad!"

"I'm..." Tony slowly backed away and started down the street. "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath sounded from the cell phone in his pocket as somebody was trying to call him. "Don't forget to get that money converted! That's like...$15 bucks here!"

"Fuck you, Crooze! Gay boy!" The homeless man called from behind him.

Tony struggled to get the phone out of his pocket as guitars blared.

"What? Hello?" Tony answered.

"You made 'Iron Man' your ringtone?" Rhodey asked.

"No...wait, how do you know?"

"Instead of a ringing, it's that song playing."

"Oh, yeah. Forgot I did that."

"Look, where are you?"

"I'm taking some personal time, um, abroad?"

"A broad? You finally got a woman?"

"Not 'a broad'. Abroad! Overseas!"

"Oh...well what the hell? You know we got The Avengers meeting every first Wednesday of the month."

Tony passed by another homeless man.

"Oi! Tom Crooze! Piss off, ya queer!"

Tony ignored the man the best he could and kept walking.

"Sorry, Rhodey, but I've got better things to do than sit around and wait for Fury to show up and tell us how great everything is. The bald...cocksucker."

"Wow. Cocksucker, huh?"

"Too harsh? Yeah...I am FREAKING out over here, man."

"Well, get outta there. Wherever you are. Hop back in the suit and you could make it before the meeting starts if you hurry."

"Rhodey. if I tell you what's up, you promise you won't tell?"

"...well I guess it depends."

"Okay, you watch BBC, right?"

"No."

"Well, there's this guy, like this Richard Branson kinda guy, and he's totally ripped off the Iron Man suit, and he's wearing it on these stupid commercials where he blows up a guy that looks just like me!"

"Okay..."

"So, I flew to England to stop him."

"Stop him?"

"Y'know? Take him down?"

"Take him down? Tony, why don't you just sue him for copyright infringement? Wouldn't be the first time you had to do that."

"Nah, I feel like I need to duke it out with this guy on this one."

"Duke it out. On foreign soil. Yeah. Just cause an international incident. No big deal."

"...well it sounded like a good idea at the time."

"Tom Crooze eats cock!" Called out another homeless man.

"Wait, Tom Cruise is there?"

"No, I'M Tom Cruise!"

"The inventor of The Hover-"

"No, not the inventor of The Hover-Round! The actor! The collective homeless community of Manchester, England thinks I look like the Hollywood actor, Tom Cruise."

"You? That's a bit of a stretch..."

"They are also BLATANTLY homophobic, and keep calling me gay."

"Yeah...well, you do have that walk."

"Walk? I don't have a walk."

"Well, I'm here to tell ya. You do."

"They're not even calling me gay! It's Tom Cruise who's the gay one."

"...nah, I think it's the walk."

"Shut up about the walk."

"Look, you sound stressed. Get back to the suit and fly back home."

"Listen...I've gotta take care of this thing. It's not just the rip off thing here. It's...other stuff. I can't come home. Not yet."

"Hm. So, Manchester, huh? How's the weather?"

"P good."

"P good?"

"Gotta go."