{Loki is just scrubbing the glitter off his face when Tony walks in, pulling the last of his tips from his barely-there undergarments.]
You missed the bachelorette party that just got in, and boy were they packing....[Tony avoids the glitter-tainted side of the room as much as possible, putting on a robe and sitting in front of his vanity and pulling out stacks of essays to grade before his next set.] You know, I always thought MIT undergrads were smart, but from all of this shit I have to grade, I worry about the future of engineering....