Tony sighs heavily and looks back at the mirror. "How can this be an undergarment when it's so baggy? You know people probably would've smelled better if you weren't wearing so many damn layers of clothes!" They could air out their stench anyway. Fortunately being stinky wasn't exactly an issue here.

"I have a metal suit of armor, how is all this supposed to fit inside it?" He was still bitching and didn't look even sort of ready to stop any time soon. "I'm not wearing that. It's pink." Well, closer to burgundy or a muted red than pink, but in his foul mood he was generalizing. "I don't wear pink." Unless his daughter makes him.