If I told you, I'd have to kill you
Stark Tower
200 Park Avenue
New York, New York, 10166
United States of America
June 21st, 2012
Peter,
If I told you my birthday, I’d have to kill you. Then you’d know how old I’m getting… That’s not allowed.
I feel like you’re my little kid brother that I need to torment for the rest of my life. That’s what’s up. AC/DC is pretty great, but nothing beats Rihanna’s Umbrella. Mr. Stark can suck my nads stuff it if he doesn’t appreciate my taste in music.
Your ability to sound sincere in everything you do is a gift, do not let it go to waste.
I absolutely will not tell my wife to send you all the cookies you want, it would put you absolutely at a disadvantage because your house would be so full of cookies you would never see anyone again. I’ve put in a picture of Jellybean, the other two weren’t being very cooperative about anything.
Little old you? More like little young you. There’s no way Mr. Stark wouldn’t give you an internship, kid. No way.
I’m sure he misses talking to you, but understands that you’re a busy kid. He won’t hold it against you, promise.
All the best with absolute love,
Morgan