"I'll get Dope to do it," Tony said, watching the litle robot dragging a wrench he'd thrown at a random pile of metal back towards the toolbox.

It hadn't really been the pile of metal's fault. It couldn't help that it wasn't suddenly a portal back home. And he probably shouldn't leave Dope to clean up, but, well...

...no one else to clean up after him, so much, any more. He realized he was just staring morosely at a robot, shook himself, and snatched a pastry off the makeshift table.