[Dis face. Just all Tony's "what"s. NOT EVEN GOING TO WAKE JACK. Instead he's just going to dress in a clean suit and pour himself a morning bourbon. Jack can wake up when he hears the commotion of Tony trying to wrestle open a packet of poptarts in the kitchen. Mainly because the poptart kind of out-weight classes everything in the kitchen. Long story short the table gets knocked over and the referee's starting the count.

Being this size is some kind of living hell. And not the one he knows, goddamn.]