I have a lot of reasons not to like you, Stark. So ball busting sure seems pretty fair to me. Because frankly, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Which is a terrible thing to say when you’re, like, super strong I guess. And I reached out because, like, if someone’s going to solve this, it sure as fuck isn’t the high school dropout.

I may not like you, but you’re smart.

[He does sigh and shakes his head, though.]

Call me Thomas. And there isn’t a storm happening, so it’s not figments. Those are only in storms