On an island prison set someplace way back when, a man sat in the corner of the room. On his head was an iron mask of sorts. He looked out the window and sighed. "Could be worse...could be iron underpants..." He thought to himself.

Just then, Iron Man burst through the ceiling and looked around. "What a shithole..." He posed as the dude in the iron mask looked at him. "I am Iron Man, and my iron mask is cooler than yours." He raised his hand to blast him with his repulsor ray.

"Sir, may I remind you that your suit is made of a gold titanium alloy, not iron?" Jarvis interrupted.

"I don't need this right now. Mute." Iron Man raised his hand some more and concentrated on the idiot in front of him.

"Wait!" The dude said. "I'm so very lonely...before you kill me...how about a good, hard fuck?"

"Okay." Iron Man charged up his hand. "FUCK you!" He shot him in the chest and sighed for a moment. "It's the little things in life." Iron Man flew through the ceiling, making another hole.