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[McCoy looks like he needs a bath and a comb to run through his hair. Also, twenty-four hours bed rest. Behind him, there's some activity going on, and the background should be obvious to a few.]

As much as I'd like to be out there, helping you all out, and tending to the wounded on the field, unfortunately, I'm holed up here. [He is sincerely worried and a bit disappointed.] However, since I'm a doctor and not a soldier, this is where I belong. Which is the medical clinic in Solus's temple.

I can't say I'd be much help in terms of the wounded robots and certain alien lifeforms, but for the humans out there: if you're able to get here and need treatment, I'll be available. [curses] It may be difficult, however; the best route here is through the underground tunnels, but since the bugs seem to come from underground, it may be very dangerous and highly risky. I recommend having an escort - a really big, well-armed escort, if possible.

[He pauses a moment to rake hands through his hair. Frustrated that he's kind of helpless.]

If it's an emergency, if anyone can provide the means of transportation, I'm willing to leave. [McCoy glances at origin of noise offscreen, then back again] There's another medic here. Says his name's Ambulance or something. We haven't really had the time to talk. But he's no good for transportation. Something about a "bum leg".

At least none of the damn things have managed to get in here. [infinite grumbling]

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I'm 20 feet tall how could you not see me coming? [Knock Out raises and eyebrow as eh listens to the smaller medic ramble. Buzzsaw still there, yeah. Isn't it pretty?]Is there something wrong You are looking at me weird.

White could look good on you.

Well, given all the shit going on, my mind's a bit off-track. [He snorts and folds his arms.] That buzzsaw - I'm not gonna question your methods right now, but is it really necessary? And please tell me you keep it sanitized.

[You get a smirk at the last bit.] Maybe, but I ain't got much of a wardrobe choice here. Unless you got yourself a mall on this rock.

You need to give used to it, this sort of weird stuff seems to happen every month.

[Knock Out looks offended.]

EXCUSE YOU I keep myself very clean. And our skin is not soft like yours, this sort of tools are necessary. [He changes his other hand into a drill.] those two babies aren't just for show.

Not so far but you never know what can be found in the junk pile.

[He looks suddenly angry and even offended.] Every month!? You have got to be kidding me! [He huffs and threads fingers through his messied hair.] Right, you know, maybe we should start putting out big bug traps and roach motels or invest in covering this planet with a giant mosquito net.

[McCoy gives a bitter chortle, folds his arms, and looks up at Knock Out.] Seems I'm going to have to look for a bonesaw and other tools if I'm ever going to one day preform surgery on one of you. Then I'll feel like Doctor Frankenstein. [He knows some old old old old OLD school literature, you guess.]

Hate the game, doc, not the player. I'm not thrilled with the idea either. [This is why KO stays in the temple when shit happens. The weapons are put away. There, normal hands, are you happy?]

I'm going to have to put mittens on you if you don't stop that. You will ruin your precious hair. [Is he sarcastic, is he sincerely giving McCoy a compliment? The world will never know.] I could ~upgrade you~if you want. Have you ever seen the movie Army of Darkness?

[KO got the Frankenstein reference. And guess who likes movies.]

"Hate the game, not"... [Signature raised eyebrow] That's an old chestnut, too. [Yes, and he is happy, thank you.]

An "upgrade"? [If McCoy knew what the Borg were, MAN...] What does an "upgrade" entail? [He smirks and folds his arms again.] Can't say I have. It's been a while since I've watched any cinemas. But if I'm goin' by the title, I think I'd rather skip it.

It's not so old where I come from. [Your loss, those were lovely weapons, made to be admired.]

It means new amazing abilities that will prolong your possibilities of survival. [IF only, McCoy.] Oh but it's a classic and rather funny. I have a copy stored somewhere in my datapad.

We have medicine to help us stay fit and strong, actually. But death's an inevitable fate for us humans. At least for now. [He doesn't sound bitter or anything (for once).] But many humans are now living well in their hundreds. Not sure if it'd be worth it, but... Who knows. Maybe I'll die at the ripe old age of 145.

[snorts] And... Yeah, well, count me out on watchin' that.

Cybertronians get sick too, we can't always stay strong but we can try our best. If you have the opportunity to be better why not to take it? Death will always come to find you in the end. [KO is genuinely curious, not sounding condescending for once either.] 145 is still pretty young.

[For him, at least. How much humans live, anyway?] Excellent. Then you can tell me what do you think about it.

Do robots get the flu? [amused smirk]

Well, if I can live up to 145 years, I ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and say that's "still pretty young". Before I know it, with my luck, a meteor comes crashin' in on me while I'm sleepin'.

What's the flu? A sickness, I take it. We got things like the Red Dust, the Cosmic Rust, Cybercrosis, Cybonic plague, Ear Fungus, very old Cybertronians get Metal fatigues... [He can go on and on about this.]

I guess you have a point. How can you live so few? It's almost worrisome.

Yes, it's a type of common ailment with humans. And, okay, wait - [he looks perplexed a moment] Ear fungus? You... You can get ear fungus. [He arches a brow] Do you even have ears?

I guess you can think of short life spans as motivation to live life to the fullest, if it's so short.

[McCoy you are probably talking with the only Cybertronian here that has very visible ~~elf ears~~ audials. Knock out tilts his head and gives him a 'Really, really?' looks.] I sincerely hope you are trying to be funny.

Hm, makes sense.

[Well, you also have ridges on your head. How does he know those aren't ears, either? Gosh!]

I had a haunch. [smirk] Was thinkin' those were antennae. But, yeah, no. [He swished a hand.] They're cute.

[How can THOSE be ears, please? That's a really nice, well designed, helmet.]

Hm. Don't be a smartass. [He pokes McCoy's side with a long claw, but it's lightly enoguh to be playful rather than trying to do any damage.]

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