What am I even doing...

[shutthehellup]

Mun. Mun-dude. Mun-guy. Mungy? Wait, no, that's gross.

So, uh. I'm not really sure what I'm doin' here, y'know? I mean, things aren't looking good for us bots on the Lost Light with that sparkeater running around, and I'm rather glad to y'know, not be dead, but uh. Not sure if being pulled away from that is right or something. We got some guys to find, after all. I signed up for Rodimus' quest, not yours. Not that you're planning on taking me anywhere.

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[steal_the_truth]

... Dude. DUDE. Hey. Dude.

You're a robot! That's awesome!

[shutthehellup]

Why yes, yes I am. I am also a vehicle on Tuesdays. Or Wednesdays, or well, any time I feel like it.

[steal_the_truth]

Wow, that is so totally awesome! Do you fight bad guys, too?

[shutthehellup]

Oh yeah! Well. I did.

Kinda sorta still am. Just with the war over there's not as many bad guys to fight, but they're out there.

Was kinda dealing with the issue of a nasty monster that's out to eat the souls of my fellow 'bots before I wound up here. Damn cliffhangers.

A Swerve?! Please pardon me whilst I fangirl~

[always_alert]

[Swerve, what did he tell you about speaking?]

Don't worry yourself, Swerve. I'm sure we'll get along just fine without you.

Eheheh.

[shutthehellup]

[Swerve don't remember, man. Too much interesting stuff has happened since then!]

Aw, but without me, who's gonna crack wise about Whirl's inability to emote? Who's gonna give Rodimus someone to bounce off of during his speeches? And most importantly, who's gonna mix the drinks when we finish this quest?

[always_alert]

[Like Ceiling!Skids defeating the purpose of security lock-downs.]

I'm sure we'll manage, somehow.

[shutthehellup]

But will you manage well is the question, my friend.

[always_alert]

That's not much of a question, really.

[His passive-aggression is practically a tangible thing.]

[shutthehellup]

[Ouch, brobot. Ouch.]

Well, the smallest questions are usually the most important.

[Yeah.]

[always_alert]

[He's surly and high-strung, what did you expect?]

Hn. I thought you were a metallurgist, not a philosopher.

[Don't worry Swerve, Red may not hold you in high regard, but his mun thinks you're awesome.]

[shutthehellup]

[C'moooooon Red, let's be buddies! We're both red and white with blue eyes! We're practically twins!]

Hey, we all have our moments of saying poignant things!