help i'm caught in a glass case of nostalgia

[loltraitorlol]

Tch. I don't know whether to be relieved that you're far too busy for your own good, or enraged. On the one servo, I have absolutely no desire to return. What is there for me there? If there's one thing I learned from that wretched city, it's when a cause is lost.

And besides, Rimmer isn't there any m

As for bringing my alternate future self to that space station, don't even think about it. He's a spineless idiot, look at him, working with the metahumans, helping people. Where has his ambition gone? His plans of empire?

Oh don't give me that! I still have plans! I just. Need. To modify them. Obviously that way can't work. Better to find some... other way. Yes.

The point being: you have ambitions of your own, and at this juncture I think perhaps it's best that I'm left to my dreams in the void, hmm? Don't give me that look! Even I can become weary after so much—

Also? That idea you have for a new superpower in that first place is abjectly idiotic. "Can gain sustenance from the sound of vuvuzela playing," as if anyone still lives who will find that amusing!

...

Though... that gives me an idea... given enough vuvuzelas, perhaps it really would be possible to... NO! NO MORE IDIOTIC MEGATRONISH PLANS! I AM BETTER THAN THIS. and yet...

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[cantbuildengines]

...vuvuzelas? Really?

[loltraitorlol]

It's an idiotic in-joke. Pay it no mind whatsoever.

[cantbuildengines]

Well, that won't be too hard to do.

[loltraitorlol]

Good.

...

You're not familiar to me. And in fact, your design suggests...

[sigh, facepalm]

Yet another slagging alternate universe. How many of the things are there? I swear, they breed like Insecticons in an energon bath.

[cantbuildengines]

Too many for me to care to keep track of. [A small shrug.]

I'm Arcee.

[turborevvin]

Geez Starscream, what happened to you?

[Guess who totally finds the Air Commander's problems amusing? THIS GUY.]

[loltraitorlol]

[WHY IS EVERYONE STILL ROBOTS EXCEPT HIM]

You aren't a Prime. Thank Primus.

[gotta get a jab in there somewhere? ... somehow? Hot Rod isn't even going to get that]

Oh, where oh where shall I start? Let's see. First, Galvatron vaporized me, and if you don't know who that is you'll find out soon enough, then I discovered that oh wait! I have a horrifying mutated spark so I'm incapable of dying, and I tried oh so hard to... ah...

[TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE!!1!!11111!!111111]

Assist with the plague of the Chaos Bringer, only to be thanked by your faction by being shot out into space. Then I sat in space for three hundred cycles or so before accidentally falling through a time portal to four million years in the past where I encountered our loathsome, degenerate descendants, and I attmepted to correct the matter by re-instating er... control... only... to be thwarted by an entire army

[read: one spider-robot and a monkey. Well done, Starscream. Also, you are a bad liar.]

Then a psychotic artificial intelligence from another universe decided that I was an ideal candidate for being a superhero, shoved me into the body of a human mutant, and told me to save the world. I told her that she could go frag herself, obviously, and established myself the Glorious Leader of the other stranded Cybertronians in that world.

[DEEP BREATH]

And then the idiotic plebians of that dimension couldn't see the advantages of being transmuted into Cybertronian life rather than continuing their pitiful organic existences, so they found er... a...

[MY ONE WEAKNESS. And by "them" he meant "Waspinator, of all people"]

way to eject me from that dimension.

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT, I AM NOT REPEATING IT FOR YOUR FRAIL AUTOBOT CIRCUITS SO IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS YOUR PROBLEM.

[turborevvin]

[tl;dr]

...uh, okay then?

[punmanarmy]

Well, well, well. Look what the robot cat dragged in.

1/2

[loltraitorlol]

... oh, Primus.

2/2

[loltraitorlol]

I will require more high-grade for this.

[punmanarmy]

Oh, like I don't get the bad end of the deal. I don't even get to drink about it!

[loltraitorlol]

... right, still hypothetically underage.

The amount of scrap I give about drinking laws, however. Would you like some. I could obtain melon-flavored liqueur. Just for you. Because, well, if it's going to be a reunion...

I'M SURE THIS IS A HUGE SURPRISE

[chewtoyoffate]

And what'z wrong with vuvuzwhatz, hmmmzz? Traitybot doezn't like buzzing?

what a shocking development

[loltraitorlol]

NO! I DON'T LIKE BUZZING! I HAVE CERTAIN TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCES ASSOCIATED WITH BUZZING!!!!

[theninjabot]

You're looking rather...organic.

[loltraitorlol]

I am aware, thank you.

[theninjabot]

What a strangely appropriate fate.

Mini combo

[shiromadoushi]

I don't think there are that many of them around to make that be very useful...

[shiromadoushi]

unless you rigged something up to always have the sound played... but wouldn't that be enough power on it's own to get rid of anything?

[loltraitorlol]

First, I don't think it's meant to be exponential, second, I think it's just meant to provide sustenance, and third, I think their idea is to just have me play the damn things. Or go to soccer matches.

[shiromadoushi]

...

I think your 2am plan was better than that one.

lmao it's like a reunion

[wolfofmibu]

Oh. You're still here.

is this when we stand around awkwardly and beeline for the champagne

[loltraitorlol]

Still!? I haven't been here for some time! I just got back!

yes. yes it is.

[wolfofmibu]

Back from where?

GRANDSON

[spacetimeprime]

...back to vuvuzelas, Starscream?

[loltraitorlol]

THIS IS NOT MY FAULT.

[spacetimeprime]

I was not saying it was.