[Ugh, Fine, Gene, be that way. Tony's too tired to even be annoyed by that mildly passive-aggressive barb. Instead of reacting, he finishes off his hot chocolate and thinks about Gene's question.
He sets the empty mug aside and flops down on the table, chin resting on his crossed arms.] My music, [he finally decides.] I have my pod, but two-thirds of my stuff was on the cloud, [he says mournfully.
A moment of silence for all his lab playlists, now lost in the void between dimensions.]
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He sets the empty mug aside and flops down on the table, chin resting on his crossed arms.] My music, [he finally decides.] I have my pod, but two-thirds of my stuff was on the cloud, [he says mournfully.
A moment of silence for all his lab playlists, now lost in the void between dimensions.]