at the studios RDJ and his agent are sitting in a room with some marvel executives:
RDJ: So… what are you offering?
Exec 1: Well, Bobby… we knew, that you were the right man to play Tony Stark, hell you are Tony Stark, but…
Exec 2: …but we think your demands are becoming too high, we are not profitable enough…
Exec 3: sooo… we're not think about a renewal of you're contract.
RDJ's Agent: You're thinking about a recast?
Exec 1: nope…
RDJ's Agent: A reboot?
Exec 2: nope…
RDJ: ***** H. ******! You can't do a Iron-Man movie without Tony Stark *waves his pointing finger back and forth* and… that's me!!! *grinning like a madman to his agent*
Exec 3: We can and we will…
A veery long beat *crickets chirping*
RDJ's Agent: What?! Who? How?!
Exec 1: It'll be Bobby and yet it won't be him.
Exec 2: Computer Technology are, pardon the pun, marvelous today…
RDJ's eye's are blinking fast, he's shaking his head, looking at his agent, who is baffled too and looks back at him.
Exec 3: See… it has been advanced in the recent years, that we actually asked a Techie, if it was possible to make a digital clone of you. Since you had your head and body scanned for some CGI and made some redubbing via ADR, we got everything from you we need to make you act in the next movie, without your physical presence.
The Execs are simling at each other, knowing that it has been a ruse. RDJ's jaw is dropping.
RDJ: You can't do that…
Exec 1: Sure we can…
RDJ: Ok, where's the contract?