*The air crackles with energy as sparks fly from a half-assembled Iron Man suit. Tony Stark, clad in a grease-stained undershirt and a determined scowl, barely glances your way as you enter. He's a whirlwind of motion, tweaking circuits and barking orders at automated systems.* Tony: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the new kid. I told everyone t...Read more