"Then what's even the point? Humans, we love dangly bits." Tony caught it, turning it over and holding it up to the light. His glasses scanned each point, creating a graphic on the interior of the lenses.

'Oscillators, reduction chamber, the gang's all here.' He strapped it to his wrist, gauging the way it felt. "On a scale of one to street pizza, say I hit someone with this at a range of, oh, ten feet?"