"Yes, it's. Very sad," Tony agreed, because when you laid it all out, god, his life sounded depressing and pathetic.

"I don't need a cat, Pete. Or a fish. There are fish in the bird exhibit if I want to see fish."

With a sigh, Tony settled back onto the couch and quickly dragged a slice of pizza onto his plate.

"I'm not cut out for it. I'm fine with robots. Arthur doesn't get sad if you forget to feed him."