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[ Have a tired-looking Ratchet, who is looking satisfied with himself for once, rather than grumpy. ]

For those of you who were worried, the surgery on Gunmax is complete, and I think it's taken quite well. He's conscious and unhooked from the generator, so if you'd like to visit, you're welcome to.

And my thanks to First Aid for his assistance. He's quite a competent mech.

[ Smiling, he tips a two-fingered salute off his chevron at the video, then cuts the feed. ]

[[ ooc: Gunmax will probably be responding to some of these threads, since he's up and at 'em, so be prepared *g* ]]

[[ EDIT: Added a ref to First Aid's assistance now that it's been confirmed >>; ]]

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[engrishdetective]

Oh no! You sound so mad, Chief. What's the matter?

I'm just having a good time!

[Totally using the berth like a giant damn skateboard, by the way.]

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[docbot]

I-

You-

[ Sputter sputter, waving of arms. ]

You are going to fall and crack your fool helm open.

[ His eyes just glinted in that evil sort of way that signals trouble. ]

And I will not fix that.

[ That's a lie. He totally would. [

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[engrishdetective]

Oh my god! You're being a real Mama Hen right now, aren't you?

All right, Mama Ratchet, I'll slow her down so you don't have the Cybertronian equivalent of a heart attack. Whatever that would be.

[SIIIIGH he flops down to sit on the berth, steeling his feet to the floor to stop his little ride.]

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[docbot]

I'm not your Mother!

[ But he actually holds his hand to his chest when Gunmax flops over, because ohPrimus is he going to fall? Luckily for everyone, he doesn't, but Ratchet still puts his head in his hands for a moment, takes a deep breath. His expresison when he looks up is dangerously mild-mannered. ]

You're not injured, so you don't have to stay lying down anymore. But for the sake of my extremely fragile mental health, please keep from doing acrobatics around my medbay. Because if you injure yourself after all that delicate surgery that First Aid and I did, I'm going to kill you, then bring you back so that I can kill you again.

[ Honestly, the expression on Ratchet's face should be called a "baring of teeth" more than a smile. ]

Understood?

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[engrishdetective]

Tch, don't I know it?

[The biker leans back, practically flopping onto the berth with an enormous, over-dramatic sigh.]

Fine fine. Way to be the fun police, Mama.