Scratching his head in confusion, Tony Stark could not decide where to put the confounded device that was taking up half of his space in the basement. As he stood with his arms crossed, thinking on what to do, a shrill cry came from upstairs.
Clicking on her high heels, Pepper Potts could be heard storming down the stairs, furious about another sudden explosion that had occurred just now. "ANTHONY EDWARD STARK! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M DEALING WITH YOUR STUPID EXPLOS– wait, what the fuck on earth is THAT!?"
"That, dear chilli pepper, is a gift from some omnipotent being, given as a thanks for saving an entire space station. Now, as I was trying to say, could you please help me-"
"TONY, COULD YOU PLEASE BE MORE SERIOUS!? YOU'RE DYING!"
Unable to withstand the playboy genius's fascination with the strange contraption with the ginormous archaic device, Pepper threw her folders into the ground. As they slid clatteringly, she stormed off, unable to comprehend what stupidity her so-called boss was doing.
Unbelievable! Even after giving him the cake last week, which I personally baked, that dense asshole only cares about screwing models and drinking kale shakes to keep himself healthy! Why on earth did you have to fall for that playboy Pepper Potts...?
As she huffed upstairs, clutching her purse tightly, she failed to notice the slow rotation of the numerous gears in the Machine, slowly turning the belts...
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Twirling the knife in his hand, Killinger ruminated on what to do. He knew that his brothers could not get their grubby hands on it; otherwise, they'd set their eyes on the multiverse, causing untold carnage before they would stop, no...
Annihilate them
As he sheathed the knife back into its ornate leather, he heard some noise coming from the door of the cocoon-themed room. "Man, why did The Monarch hire this bozo. I mean, it was alright before he came, but after his changes, we lost nearly every single lazy privilege we had. I mean, even our Thursday Pool Parties had to be shelved, all to save 'some money'. I mean, if it weren't for these goodies, why would we even join The Monarch!?"
Fwip...
"Ah, good evening, gentlemen. Heard some interesting news about me. Now, being far more concerned about the status of The Cocoon, I shall let you pass this time. But if I hear one more word, my Magic Murder Bag might have some words with you. Now, let us go to the meeting room, and see what dear Malcolm has in mind..."
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Whirr...whirr...whirr...
"All hail Stelle, the Aeon Killer!"
"STELLE, STOP PLAYING AROUND WITH IT!"
Bonk!
With a large bump on her head, Stelle could be seen cowering beside Pom-Pom, as she massaged her rising bump. March, carefully holding the Laserblaster of Pittenweem, handed it over to Welt, who carefully put it into a secure box. "Now tell me, what do you think would happen if it set off, huh? You'd destroy the Train, and kill everyone alongside! Have you gone mad!?"
Unable to hold in her anger, March began berating the catatonic Stelle. Unable to believe that her favourite Marchie was scolding her, the young raccoon quickly went over to her foster mother. "Himeko, please help me! March is being mean to me!"
Sighing in exasperation, Himeko couldn't help but wish to go back to her room and drink her coffee again. Akivili, why must you put me through so many trials...
As Dan Heng watched silently at the ongoing chaos, he couldn't help but notice Welt, who appeared to be deep in thought. Though he had stayed in the Astral Express longer than anyone (save Himeko, Pom-Pom and himself), even he did not know the enigmatic man's origins.
I hope I'm not worrying about nothing...