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[Perceptor's lab was only interesting for so long. And that was for someone who was a science enthusiast. Throw in that Wheeljack was not, needed 'fresh air', and couldn't keep still, you have one half of a hand-cuffed duo trying to get out and see the world.

Oh yeah, Wheeljack and Magnus are now handcuffed. That went under the radar.

The only problem? Getting his 'partner' to come with him. Without that cooperation, it was a no go. And yet...in a surprising turn of events, Magnus had actually AGREED. Turns out a workaholic actually likes to do...surprise, WORK! Unfortunately, sneaking out made the feed of Wheeljack's comm click on, and it shows the two sliding out of the Trion Temple. Stealth ops specialists right here, folks.]

Don't slow me down, sparky.

[Naturally, there's a grim scowl on Ultra Magnus's face. Who's surprised? No one. But he looks down at Wheeljack]

You do realize I could lift you off the ground.

[That gets a glance back from the Wrecker. If there was one thing he'd like to avoid, it was getting dragged around.]

And since it's a stupid-fraggin idea, we're gonna ignore it as an option.

[Ultra Magnus narrows his eyes. Then raises his arm. Frag you, Wheeljack, he's gonna go walk now.]

Hey wait-

[Nope, too late. He felt himself being pulled off his feet, completely being pulled at the mercy of Magnus. His face couldn't be any more unamused, watching the landscape go by and thinking all the terrible things that could happen to the Commander. That is...until he sees something ...something very out of place.]

Hey Magnus. Go over there. There's some kinda box.

Are you trying to give me orders?

[Could he frown any further? Because he's trying. Still, he humors Wheeljack, approaching the box and setting the Wrecker back to his feet.]

[Wheeljack just pouts in Magnus's general direction as he picks up the box, turning it every which way. And then...eyebrow perk.]

Funny...'s addressed to me...

Is it?

[It's here Ultra Magnus actually looks vaguely concerned.]

Wheeljack, I'd be careful about opening that.

[CEPT NO. Wheeljack's already torn open the paper and--....

Well...can't say he expected noisemakers and confetti. The package practically explodes in his hands, and the confetti goes everywhere, collecting on the two bots for as long as they'll stay still.]

....My bad.

[Just...SIGH.]

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Do not sass me, Perceptor. I have enough work to do at the office and I was foolish to take up that offer!

Wheeljack, mind yourself.

Ah, good. Your audio receptors are intact.

[Oh Magnus. If you weren't covered in confetti, you'd be terrifying.]

Do calm down, Commander. You must admit, you're in a rather ridiculous situation at the moment. Even I can see the humor.

[... you can?]

Permission to pound some dents into him, Commander?

[Seriously he'd find some joy in it.]

There is nothing remotely humorous about this.

[Being covered in confetti and cuffed to Wheeljack.]

Permission denied. Despite his attitude problem, he is the solution to getting use... parted, as it were.

You're covered in confetti and attached to an abominable irritation. It's hilarious.

[He says completely deadpan.]

To be perfectly honest, I'm not terribly sure dents are possible.

I'll show you firsthand what an abominable irritation can be-

Hush, logical 'bots are speaking.

That's enough bickering, both of you!

Perceptor, so help me, find us a way out of these cuffs. Wheeljack, we have work to do.

What in blazes do you think I've been doing this whole time? Designing new paint schemes?

I am working on it.

Hmph.

I'm taking a hammer to it.

[... REALLY, MAGNUS.]

Ah. Yes. Because I hadn't thought to try that.

[If sarcasm were a tangible force...]

Primus, if it were that simple, I'd suggest using Wheeljack's head first and foremost.

I've had just about enough of your sassing!

Oh calm down. You'll blow out a fuse, if you haven't already.

Give me another hour and I should have a trial up and running... In the meantime...

Shall I attempt to reign in our... ah... ward?

An hour.

[Life is hard.]

I'll deal with him in due time. Keep your focus.

Yes. An hour. Unless you'd prefer that I rush, causing the delicate materials to, quite literally, blow up in my face.

And then where would any of us be? Dead, that's where.

[Perceptor what are you even doing.]

... Do bear in mind he's rather young. And we've been charged with keeping him intact.

[Don't kick his ass too hard, Magnus.]

...What kind of material are you even dealing with?

I'm aware of that. He's not the first young soldier I've had experience with.

Ah, I thought you'd never ask! A series of small, localized explosions, on caliber with a charged blast from the apparently "super lethal" riot cannon. If applied correctly, they may very well be able to break through the bonds holding the two cuffs together. However, if applied incorrectly, well. You'll both be short two arms, and one brilliant scientific mind.

I think I dreamed the design... or perhaps it was a hallucination... considering the amount of recharge times the propensity for delusions, however I would think neither option is terribly likely...

Have you now? From your reactions, one would think you'd never seen attempts to goad you before.

...

[Okay Wheeljack wants in on this conversation you two adults. Don't mind if he pulls Magnus's arm down.]

Are you sayin' that the solution is a fraggin' explosion?

A bunch of em?

WHAT A MARVEL IDEA, PERCY. NO ONE'S THOUGHT OF THAT ONE BEFORE.]

...

OH. WAIT.

No, no, no.

Not a simple explosion. Several small, highly controlled, highly localized explosions. Extremely volatile materials.

It's exceptionally delicate a process.

Why is it always explosions.

Next time, make a key to your cuffs.

I told you. They weren't meant to be opened.

Just be here in an hour.

Remind me never come to your lab again after this.

[He really likes that sharpening kit. He's...really trying to reach for it now. Look at the little guy go!]

Magnus, move your arm a bit.

They would have to be eventually. No one is meant to be in cuffs forever!

Fine. In an hour.

[He scowls.] What for?

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Wheeljack, if you never enter my lab again, I'll consider it a favor.

Commander... if you recall... those cuffs were intended for the Glyphless.

[He doesn't think he needs to say anything more on that count.]

I'll begin preparations.

Consider it done.

[Because he just loves getting arrested for no reason with cuffs that don't come off.]

Just do it, Magnus!

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