Andrew asked, "Tony, what's wrong with becoming young again? Countless people dream of something like this."
Tony shouted in frustration, "Of course becoming young is great, but you could at least have made me eighteen! What's with turning me into a little brat?
Do you know how badly people have been laughing at me these past few days?"
"I do. I had Alice edit together a compilation. I watch it as a comedy."
Andrew laughed. Tony nearly exploded with anger. This guy's personality was as rotten as ever.
Andrew waved a hand and said, "Relax. You'll be eighteen in a while."
Tony was delighted. "Really? Uh, exactly how long is 'a while'?"
"Thirteen years."
Andrew answered, and Tony rolled his eyes hard. So he was supposed to grow up to eighteen himself?
Just then, Howard walked over with Steve and Carter and said with a smile, "Your age is just right. I'm twenty this year. If you became eighteen, that wouldn't be scientific at all."
"There are gods and demons everywhere down there. Science died a long time ago."
Tony grumbled. Steve shook his head and said to Andrew, "Ghost Rider, congratulations."
Andrew smiled. "You should call me Boss, my Hell Dinosaur Legion boy."
"If I call you Boss, can I get my wages in advance? I hear housing prices in Mechanical Hell are going up."
Steve smiled at first, then his expression turned serious. "Boss, I wanted to ask: what's really going on with all the disasters on Earth?"
At that, Tony put aside his anger and stared straight at Andrew. Carter did the same.
If Earth kept going like this, sooner or later it really would be destroyed.
"All right. I won't need to sign contracts anymore anyway, so I'll show you the root of Earth's disasters."
Andrew