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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.

[bigfatballerina]

Guess I'm just special like that.

[There's a grin under that beard somewhere.]

[wave_silvousplait]

So what, no Prime to follow? No race cars to swap energon with, no mission to pursue? Special is one word. Bored might suit you too, if you give it a few weeks here.

[bigfatballerina]

Figure I'll see how things shake out. I hear there's plenty of Optimus Primes running around, so I'm bound to find mine eventually.

[Hey, he waited a few months once already, so that's nothing new.]

And what's on your plate these days, you little turd? Hangin' around here trying to piss people off?

[wave_silvousplait]

Trying? I'm a notorious success, Hound. But really: would you rather chat with someone uninitiated? A thousand yammering questions about how robots eat? At least I'll save you the small talk, and you can admit it: you like being pissed off.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh.

Good. Look what the humans dragged in.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[SQUINT.]

When did you turn up, hm?

[inursatellites]

AUTOBOT SIGNATURE: IDENTIFIED.

DESIGNATION: . . . UNIMPORTANT.

ftr I love this thread you rock.

[bigfatballerina]

I do enjoy my angry moments.

[Got a lot of 'em these days, too.]

As a general rule, though, I shoot the things that piss me off. Me, personally? I don't give a crap about shooting you guys. Prime doesn't like it, so I follow orders.

Prime ain't here though.

[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]

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

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

[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.]

[bigfatballerina]

And who the hell're you supposed to be?

; 3 ; ME TOO YOU TOO thanks for deaLING WIHT HIM

[wave_silvousplait]

[no Prime AND no Soundwave, it might be in his best interest to backtrack a little]

Well, maybe you should pump your brakes. For what it's worth, I'm all for less of "us guys". It's not my fault you keep busting into places full of us.

[bigfatballerina]

[Grumbling.]

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

are you kiDDING he's a blast

[bigfatballerina]

Can't really do much about that, what with there bein' about six billion of you tiny meatsacks running around. You're everywhere. Then you got the dumb sons of bitches who get themselves in the way.

[Snort.]

I dunno how the hell your kind made it this long.

[wave_silvousplait]

Herd mentality and a notable lack of apocalyptically dangerous aliens up until fairly recently. But a couple of smart sons of bitches can usually float the rest along. You should know that, isn't that how the Autobots operate?

[bigfatballerina]

Now that's a question for one of the smart sons of bitches.

[All of whom happen to be dead or AWOL. Hound shrugs and there's a very large gun pointed casually in Dylan's general direction.]

Me? I just have a bad temper and a lot of ammo.

[wave_silvousplait]

[check out this suave motherfucker, hands tucking into his jacket, pretty still except for his eyes jittering around the weapon, curious.] I don't know how familiar you are with the more--idiomatic aspects of our languages, but most humans would hear that as a threat. Kind of a passive aggressive thing. Very bad for business.

Tch. Is that Cybertronian? Or is it something you pieced together here?

[bigfatballerina]

Usually I go for plain old aggressive. Thought I'd try something new.

[You leave Hound's babies out of this, Dylan.]

[wave_silvousplait]

In that case, I commend your mastery. What are you using with that, standard ballistics? I guess that is more conducive to recycling material, but you should see the stuff you can do with plasma these days. I'd say you should upgrade to something more laser-based, but you don't seem like the kind of mech that worries about extra weight...