Planning to head to ink_city!

[friedphillycheesesteak]

Alright, mun, listen up.

I know you’re thinking about sending me to this “Ink City” [And he’s using air quotes.] or whatever it’s called. And I’m fine with that. I’ll swing by, bash some bad guys heads in, pick up a few chilly cheese dogs with extra onions and ranch. You know, the usual kind of stuff. But I ain’t staying.

I seen how long your other guys stay in these kinds of places and I don’t like it. A year? Three years? New Jersey’ll be long gone by then! Besides. You know Kiva and Jamie are screwed without Megas. […] Well... Especially Jamie.

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[deceptiveplane]

I heard that!

[friendship_reporter]

I'm sure you did.

With your nonexistant ears.

[deceptiveplane]

Pardon me, I wasn't aware that you were so primitive that audio receptors were unheard of in your world.

Then again, you have Derpy Hooves living there so it's to be expected.

[friendship_reporter]

I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you over the thousand years of peace.

If being primitive is what it takes in order to not constantly be at war with one another? I'll take it, thank you.

I mean, unless you really have plans on what you're going to do when you kill Megatron. Other than "rule". That's kinda ambiguous, there.

[deceptiveplane]

Pardon me, but we've already -done- that thousand years of peace thing. Except it was...you know. Millennia. Not that you would know that. You can't be more than a sparkling yourself.

Of course I have plans. What do you think I've done for the millions of years I've wanted to kill him? Play dominoes with Soundwave?

Here's a hint: He's not very good.