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[whirlybird_of_prey]

You know.  The biggest problem I have with all this?

Now I gotta reorder my Least Favorite Autobot list.

[Swerve, you're now Number One. With a bullet.]

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[schaden_freud]

Whirl.

We've talked about this.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[What the...?]

Yeah. I really am not in the mood to 'talk this out'.

_{Especially with you. Right now. Seriously.}

[schaden_freud]

Oh? So, you think another argument with yourself is better?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Behold his mighty one-opticked glare, Rung.]

Isn't that what I'm fraggin' doing?

[Because he is talking to...what? A hallucination, now? Great. Just great. ]

[schaden_freud]

[Whirl, Rung has been pinned to a wall by Impactor. A dirty look doesn't even rate.]

No. You're trying to work through a very difficult issue. With me.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

About you being dead.

[Okay, we on the same page here?]

Just sayin', ONE of us is fraggin' glitching.

[And for once he doesn't mean himself! Which is actually pretty scary.]

[schaden_freud]

I'm...what?

Whirl. No I'm not. I'm right here.

But I'm glad to hear you're admitting it; it's a sign of progress.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Wow. So that's what denial looks like, huh? It looked.......really lame.]

Would I be getting all emotional over you if you weren't fraggin' dead?

[schaden_freud]

[Whirl, you get emotional about everything.]

...over me?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

....yeah, I don't think I want to talk about this anymore.

[schaden_freud]

That's a new record, Whirl. Normally it only takes 45 seconds to get to this point.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, well. You know me. Masochist and all.

[sparkeater]

[The creature gives a sympathetic whine. It's favorite meal is no longer available. It's also too afraid to attack you anymore- so, yeah. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[You again. Whirl's not in the mood for more horsey rides, ugly.]

REALLY not the time.

[sparkeater]

[Wow, your talking noises always sound angry, don't they? The sparkeater looks away, tentacles waving lazily. One seems to be wrapped around a miniature of the ark.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Hey, at least Whirl has emotion. One. Singular. All you've got is hunger and ugly. Hungly.]

[Shut up. He made clocks, not words.]

You better put that down. [Before Whirl makes you.]

[sparkeater]

[Emotions are overrated. So are watches.

The sparkeater's optics narrow. It strokes the little ship....slowly. And bares its dentals.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[All right, now that's just a step too far. Emotions DO suck, but watches? Watches are awesome.]

[Whirl is awesome.]

[They begin with the same letter. Therefore: awesome.]

You're doing that on purpose, you glitch.

[Lalallal Whirl is going to refuse to rise to your bait. Even though it is making him twitchy not to.]

[sparkeater]

[So does 'waste' and 'whine'.

The creature chirps and coughs- a laugh? It brings the model to its mouth and gently nibbles it.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl is really glad he can't read that. Otherwise he'd show you that this big damn gun on his chassis isn't just to show how fraggin' mechly he is.]

[Ewwwww. You're getting your....goo on it.]

Don't fraggin' eat that, Sparkles. Unless you wanna watch me rip it out of your insides.

[Which, honestly? Whirl'd be totes okay with.]

[sparkeater]

[The horrible helicopter ride was enough, thank you.

The sparkeater arches a brow. Eat it? Don't be silly, its his new toy. It reminds him of The Meal That Got Away.

It croons to the ship, shifting to reveal the ten others its made a nest out of.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Yeah, how fraggin' weird of Whirl to assume that the freaky thing who ate sparks would, you know, EAT THINGS.]

...the frag is wrong with you?

You can't even talk. [You suck.]

[sparkeater]

[Ingesting plastic isn't something even the sparkeater is willing to try.

Now now, no need to get pouty. A tentacle selects another model and flies it slowly past Whirl. The noises the creature is making...might be...zooming sounds.]

i think my face just melted

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Listen, Sparkguts. You make mechs barf their own brain modules. Now's really not the time to pretend you have some kind of refined palate or something. Whirl is not buyin' it.]

Listen, ugly. If you even can. Rung's dead.

Fraggin' sucks.

[Bring that thing near his face and he will 'zooom' it right down your throat.]

From sparkeater shenanigans

[sparkeater]

[The sparkeater would like to point out he did not eat the brain modules in question.

It is well aware of Rung's death. It's very hard not to notice a spark that bright being extinguished. It's kind of like someone throwing your favorite food down the garbage disposal in front of you.

Yet another tentacle rises and points to the couch in the corner.]

Yeah, well Whirl's not known for rational emotional responses

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh sure, technically. But you chowed down around all the vomit and stuff, though.]

[Seriously. Apparently you lack the ability to smell.]

What? Yeah. So? Rung's patient couch. What?

[Make it fast before he 'zooms' his fist into your face.]

[sparkeater]

[Listen, after being locked in an engine room for who knows how long with only turbo foxes to eat? You'd be lapping up whatever you can find too, buddy.

And I don't see any olfactory sensors on you either.

The sparkeater gets up and nudges Whirl over to it- perfectly willing to trip him if he won't sit down.]

[negatively_impacted]

[Yeah, just gonna stare for a while.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Well, this just got awkward....er. A hallucination of a dead guy, a sparkeater, and you. It's like a CARNIVAL OF GUILT here.

[Too bad Whirl doesn't really do guilt.]

....you deserved it.

[negatively_impacted]

Still not sure how to take that.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[That's perfect, because Whirl isn't quite sure how he meant it, himself, either.]

[Brofist....?]

[....maybe not.]

Look. It was a bad time for all of us, okay?

[negatively_impacted]

[Yeaaah, not right now...]

Understatement of the stellar-cycle there.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Don't expect a hug, though. Because Whirl does not have good experiences with hugs.]

What do you want me to say? Everything was falling apart.

...and you didn't see yourself.

[negatively_impacted]

Fair points. Just...looking at the future from where I'm standing is pretty overwhelming.

[shutthehellup]

Hey. Hey. I told Rodimus it was a bad idea, okay? I know that doesn't absolve me of anything, but it wasn't on purpose, alright?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Fantastic.

You were right. It was a bad idea.

[Bad for you.]

[shutthehellup]

Shouldn't you be mad at Rodimus, though? He gave the order!

_{Cripes, this is a mess and a half...}

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh you think Whirl's list only has one mech on it? Nope. You're just the top of the suck chain right now.]

You pulled the trigger.

[Well, doesn't this bring up uncomfortable memories of Pova?]

You were the one who missed.

....or did you?

[shutthehellup]

Yes, I missed!

[At least, mun hopes Swerve missed. One can never know with Roberts at the pen...]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

If you had to fraggin' miss, why not miss hit the fraggin' wall or.... me?

[Primus. You can't even fail in successful ways. ]

[Noooooooo I want to keep finding you adorkable, Swerve, do not be creepy hitman!]

[shutthehellup]

I don't know, alright?! I'm a metallurgist, not a sharpshooter!

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Just seems kind of funny that you had two mechs--big targets--both who wanted to die... and you hit the one little guy who wanted to live.

[Nice shootin', Tex. ]

[shutthehellup]

[AUGH WHY YOU GOTTA RUB IT IN, MAN]

Yeah, well, not all of us can be Wreckers and kill properly under pressure.

[OH WAIT...]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Because he is Whirl and that is what he does, dammit.]

....

I think it's time you stopped talking.

[And he will gladly help you with that. With a missile to the face, perhaps.]