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[deceptiongeneral]

You continue with this foolishness Mundane.

I am a proud Decepticon, and it brings me great shame to be brought to the same lows as you. I tire of your headspace, and I 'ave duties back home I must get to.

If you 'ave any sense of self-preservation, you will stop 'bringing me out' vhenever it pleases you.

[She knows this is a pointless gesture, but Strika's really getting tired of her Mun's flippant nature.]

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[dreadmoth]

[It's like you speak his honor language.]

It appears your mundane has the same plan for you as for me. To rest here endlessly, until they find some way to amuse themselves with our misery.

[Wow, way to be a positive Patricia.]

[deceptiongeneral]

[She speaks whatever language can fully capture the glory that is Lord Megatron and the Decepticon cause.]

Bah, I 'ave no use for a Mundane as useless as her.

She has no interest in my misery yet, though I believe it is only a matter of time.

[Hm, she doesn't recognize this newcomer.]

State your name and rank soldier.

[dreadmoth]

Be thankful you have not been on the receiving end of it...as I often had in places called 'Bakerstreet' and 'museboxes'.

[There's a slight pause. Of course, he'd only been promoted just recently. Now it was time to exert his authority, as he straightens up, wings twitching.]

First Lieutenant Dreadwing, of the Decepticon Army under our Lord Megatron.