MTMTE 21

[organ_pharming]

Yes, I've noted your reaction to that one 'panel', as you call it.

What can I say? The shedding of my sanity must have included my professional impulse to curb any seductive displays of my, admittedly fantastic, body.

Oh, if only Ambulon could have been there to see it. He's been harping on me forever to loosen up. Tsk.

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[songofmypeople]

You know, I did noticed that among other things. That and the Autobots do seem to have a penchant to see you either tied up or on your knees.

[organ_pharming]

They aren't the only ones. As I recall, a certain masked addict had roughly the same tastes when it came to my treatment.

[songofmypeople]

What can I say? You're at your best when you remember your place.

[pharma]

Ah, but I think Ambulon might have gotten the point when I -- we -- so graciously volunteered him for our little challenge.

We are a mech of many talents.

[organ_pharming]

[Encountering a duplicate of himself doesn't faze him in the slightest. We're all mad here, after all.]

Ah yes~

Too bad Ratchet is such an inferior surgeon. Otherwise he might have lived to see the spectacle. Ambulon might even have volunteered to be the one to tie us up. [Snicker]

[pharma]

[Madness is glorious, isn't it?]

Oh, I wouldn't doubt it if he had. Alas, what could have been.

[organ_pharming]

It's for the better, I suppose. We did lose our head, after all. Can't have the warden getting the satisfaction of witnessing that.

[pharma]

Now that was the real shame, First Aid cutting us off so rudely like that.

[organ_pharming]

Indeed. He has no flair for the dramatic- not an ounce.

[pharma]

He always was a stick-in-the-mud. [A heavy sigh.] Not exactly the bang I was hoping to go out with.

[organ_pharming]

[Holds up a finger.] There is hope for us yet, perhaps.

[pharma]

Ah, true. Given on a rather ominous note, but I'll take what we can get.

[organ_pharming]

It's not the first time our luck has changed after gory circumstances.

[pharma]

Mm, although there's quite a difference between hands and a head.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Why you ever had such an impulse is beyond me. My, mm, acknowledgement~ of my fantastic body certainly doesn't impede my professional abilities.

[organ_pharming]

Ah, well you see- I was a very different person before my little accident. Prudish. Closed off. Obsessed with my professional reputation.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Yes, yes, I remember. Boring and arrogant, too, although I suppose the latter was warranted. Not that I had that much of a chance to see you at work.

[organ_pharming]

What a shame. I am actually as brilliant as they say I am. Would you like a demonstration? [Slightly unhinged grin]

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Sways back an adroit step or two.] Mm, no thank you, I find myself more than willing to take you at your word.

I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what-- [triggered your psychotic break?] --happened to, ah, change your mind?

[organ_pharming]

Your loss.

Tyrest. My savior. My redeemer. My liberation from the shackles of sanity. He gave me back my hands.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[He opens his mouth to point out 'So did I'-- at least in another iteration of reality-- and then thinks better of it..]

Tyrest, hm? Can't say I know the Cyb, although he's obviously very, ah, influential~.