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[badboybikerbot]

[You know what Haven needs more of? Gunmax covered head to toe in rainbow glitter. It's like the thing you never knew you wanted until right now.

Gunmax doesn't seem too thrilled about it, though. Impressed, maybe, but not thrilled. He just frowns for a moment, glances of camera at something to frown some more, huffs indignantly (totally blowing glitter from his vents in the process), and then faces the camera again.]

Just a little public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood bike cop.

Blurr. Sucks. Blurr sucks like a black hole filled with vacuum cleaners.

That's all.

[And end.]

Comments

[Video] 1/2

[thankyou4myheart]

[Just . . . this face . . . ]

[Video] 2/2 Pretend this is a facepalm. Which I need a real one, seriously.

[thankyou4myheart]

Gunmax . . . what did you do?

i am good at pretend

[badboybikerbot]

Um.

Well.

You know Prowl's desk, right?

I'm having a hell of a time tagging this with a straight face. XD

[thankyou4myheart]

. . . yes.

Gunmax.

[That's an admonishing tone right there, son. Mild, but there.]

I believe in you

[badboybikerbot]

Shut up.

[wait that was rude]

...I didn't mean that. But look. You know as well as I do that booby trapping his desk to explode with glitter...

-would have actually gotten me into a shit load of trouble, so I don't know really where I was going with that thought. But I did it anyway.

8D

[thankyou4myheart]

. . .

[So much sighing.]

I see. I take it Blurr discovered the prank and re-rigged it for you?

Get that cleaned up, then why don't we head out on a patrol.

[Because clearly you need someone help you find something constructive to do you with your time, little brother.]



((ooc: "out on patrol" - L-LOL FOR REALZ THIS TIME. 9,9))

8O

[badboybikerbot]

No. See. I told him about it, just as kind of a heads up since I'm a nice guy that way, right? Just... roll with that last bit. And no, he didn't re-rig anything. He just switched my desk around for Prowls. Sneaky little...

Ah. yeah. Patrol. I can do patrol.

[but uuugh he needs to CLEAN Deckard you're too cruel.]

>3

[thankyou4myheart]

[It's okay, bro. He knows your heart.]

Good. Let me know when you're done, and I'll send you my coordinates to meet me at.

[Yep. Mebbe it'll learn ya! Though, admittedly...probably not.]

Re: >3

[badboybikerbot]

[wheres wheres]

Soooo I take it that means I'm. Cleaning this up on my own.

[Poop.]

[thankyou4myheart]

. . .

[Okay, he's not truly capable of cruel. He sighs.]

No . . . no, I'll be there shortly, Gunmax.

[a small grin]

Although I'll say you owe me. That looks like a heck of a mess.

[badboybikerbot]

Wow, really!? I was just kidding, but if you're gonna help then I'll totally owe you one!

[DECKARD YOU ARE THE BEST BOYSCOUT]

[thankyou4myheart]

Just no more pranks, all right?

  [Said with a fond grin.]

  Deckard out.

  [As promised, he's on his way.]



  ((ooc: Jump to the scouting log?  I'll put that up…uh…if I can get it done this evening, great.  Otherwise probably not till Friday or this weekend.))

[badboybikerbot]

I make no promises, but I'll try really, really hard. Just for you. How's that?

Later, baby.

[[OOC: LITERALLY ANY TIME WORKS FOR ME NO RUSH]]