[ Tony'll take anger and frustration over creepy post-death indifference any old day, truth be told. At least this seems more like a normal human mood to be in after getting royally fucked over. ]

Futuristic? Didn't you just say the 60's was your decade? Casting shade on your own point.

[ Not that he's actually even invested in this point, which might be obvious when he leans back in his chair and props his feet up on the nearby bed. ]

So when's the last time you actually slept or ate? Not counting tobacco.