Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you’re in. You can’t have it.
Boy, you’re good. You are mind blowingly duplicitous, how do you do it? You just tear things - you - you’re a triple impostor, I’ve never seen anything like you. Is there anything real about you? Do you even speak latin?