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[bigfatballerina]

[Looks at his username. Looks at his mun. Shifts his stogie from one corner of his mouth to the other and grins.]

Damn right. Gonna make a good team, you and me. What's our assignment?

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[wave_silvousplait]

I'm no Optimus, but I think I could come up with a few suggestions: protect the humans, save the rainforests, walk the dog. Are you above rescuing kittens?

[bigfatballerina]

Well, you got one right idea in all that babble. You're no Optimus Prime.

[Snort.]

And don't think I haven't heard about you, you pencil-necked li'l snake in the grass.

[wave_silvousplait]

Ha! But have you heard anything bad, Hound? Tell the kids how you really feel!

[bigfatballerina]

[Long drag on his stogie.]

What I heard oughtn't be repeated around kids. Pretty much all bad, though. That's all I'm sayin'.

[wave_silvousplait]

Well, the multiverse only has wonderful things to say about you.

So what's the occasion? I see a lot of the pretty bots around here, but it's not every day they air out the hateful, violent windbags.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh.

Good. Look what the humans dragged in.

[bigfatballerina]

Haw! Like they got what it takes to haul all of this!

[He smacks his middle through the weapon mesh and laughs.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

That's... disgusting.

Don't ever do that again.

[bigfatballerina]

What, this?

[Does exactly that again.]

It's just guns, ammo, grenades, and tactical webbing, kid. You'll be fine.

[stabbywheelfeet]

That.

And that's not the point. You have utterly no sense of style.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[SQUINT.]

When did you turn up, hm?

[bigfatballerina]

Few days ago, give or take a bit. Gettin' the feel of things so far. This mun business is powerful awkward.

[Wow is he happy to see your old ass. See this grin? Under the beard? Yep.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

They are all awkward. Some more than others.

[Yeah yeah he's glad to see you too.]

[bigfatballerina]

[Speaking of awkward, now that the mushy shit's out of the way.]

No kidding! What've you been up to, anyhow, you rusty-ass old battleaxe?

[…yeah that was probably on purpose.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Do not mention rust in my presence.

[UGHHH god dammit.]

[inursatellites]

AUTOBOT SIGNATURE: IDENTIFIED.

DESIGNATION: . . . UNIMPORTANT.

[bigfatballerina]

And who the hell're you supposed to be?

[inursatellites]

I AM: SOUNDWAVE.

[bigfatballerina]

Well, must be my lucky day. Always wanted a shot at you.

[inursatellites]

THEN YOU WILL BE LEFT: WANTING.

[onemanaloooone]

What the hell... they make you guys in old, pissed off and extra large?

What're you like, the American version or somethin'?

[bigfatballerina]

[Grumbling.]

And here I thought they'd never make one o'you that talked more.

[onemanaloooone]

You seen the kid? No, 'course you didn't. He went and ran off on you guys.

Not me. Nope. I stuck around.

[bigfatballerina]

Yeah? Then where the hell were you the whole time your guys were killing us?

[Somebody's a little touchy about that.]

[onemanaloooone]

... Say what now?