"Come to think of it, Schiller, I haven't seen your robot butler in a long time. Where's Ultron?" Steve asked.
"He's been dormant lately." Leaning against the bar, Schiller answered lazily, "Something about a system upgrade."
"Please, at least come up with a better lie!" Stark immediately cut him off. "What do you think he is, some outdated flip phone? He needs to hibernate just to update his system?"
"He evolved self-awareness on his own." Stark rolled his eyes. "And when Jarvis invaded him before, it altered part of his underlying code. His potential ceiling is terrifyingly high."
"Then he's probably depressed." Schiller showed no intention of telling the truth and took the chance to mock Stark. "Who was it that said spending every day around a psychologist would make you depressed?"
"You're not planning to treat everything I said before I met you as ammunition against me, are you?" Stark shouted indignantly. "I never said everyone would turn out that way, and you have to admit that psychologists didn't leave me with a very good impression before."
"Leaving you with a good impression isn't part of a psychologist's job."
"When I'm paying them three hundred million dollars in consultation fees every quarter?"
"You paid them three hundred million every quarter too?!" Schiller instantly became like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He glared at Stark. "Is that all I'm worth to you? The same as everyone else?!"
"Cut it out. A healthy person doesn't need to spend anything on consultation fees. I'm not falling for your tricks again."
"Friends, can we get back to the point?" Steve tapped the table with his knuckles. "You said Infinity Ultron was behind this, and Schiller's robot butler Ultron just happened to disappear. Even I can tell that isn't a coincidence."