"Ten more minutes, I've almost got us satellite from Japan." And a little tie in with his own Tower. What? Tony has to do something to help his escape. He's not going to be stuck for three months playing lets have cocktails with this whiny little Mick!

He makes one more tweak and that ten minute window goes out the window. He flicks on the National Nihon station and grins as he pads over to the table Moran is slopping together.

Tony shares a frown with Moriarty over his pet's mess.

"Thought he was house trained--"

Moran nearly back hands him and instead shoves a styrofoam back against his chest. "Shut up, Stark."