[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

I know most of you here already hate me, those of you that know about my diet even more so.

[He pauses, hesitant for a moment before venting out a sigh.]

I eat power cores. Yes, I'm a cannibal, a vampire, a freak, crazy and whatever else the rest of you call me. Hate the word crazy... I get it, if I don't die from starvation I'll be horribly murdered... Or tortured then murdered - probably that one knowing my luck. I accept that. This is just like back home, not that I expected any different.

So go ahead and say whatever the scrap you want about me, just stop doing it to my face. Please... Not that I expect anyone to listen. Just fragging can't take it anymore. Had enough vorns of this...

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[skidaddle]

[Great, now he actually feels a little guilty.]

Yes.

I mean...maybe not forever, but...

Until you're certain that you have control, wouldn't you rather find out when you don't on some enemy instead of on him?

[dinnerdate]

He's one of two bots keeping me alive...




But I have control.

[skidaddle]

So you're telling me you have to eat power cores to survive?

Hell.

[Remind him to ask you HOW that happened.]

You just said yourself you are inexperienced. Rung might trust you--but I don't. This isn't any better than an uncontrolled experiment. There are no parameters, there are no maximum tolerances, and the test group is the mech you want to....

Er.

The test group is Rung.

[dinnerdate]

Yes... If I don't have power cores I'll starve.






So what are you suggesting?

[skidaddle]

I'm suggesting...

[Oh, Primus, why is he suggesting this.]

I'm suggesting you feed off of...

Someone else.

Someone that you hate, or who is not good for cybertron, or...something.

Someone not Rung.

[And that can be his acceptance speech to the Law Committee, it is so eloquent.]

[dinnerdate]

That would mean killing them... And then I'd have to find someone else to kill. And then another...

[Rung is one of two to volunteer. No one else will.]

[skidaddle]

Can't you just...nibble...them?

Might be a good punishment for prisoners--I hear we're still looking for some.

[dinnerdate]

How would I get to their power core? If I don't kill them, they'd have to let me.

[Unless he drained energy the slower way, but he prefers doing that when bots are resting and don't even know he's there... And people don't really leave their doors open too often.]

[skidaddle]

We could restrain--

[No. Nope. No. Nevermind. Not going there.]

Forget I said that.

What did you do before Rung?

[dinnerdate]

...


There's someone else that lets me borrow energy from time to time. Not as often as Rung, but when I need it to not die.

Before that... I was starving. Figured I'd probably starve to death.

[skidaddle]

[He is a little weirded out by you, Dead End, but he doesn't want you to die.]

So just this one person...and Rung?

That is it?

And you really aren't worried about accidentally killing him?

[He needs to hear it said.]

[dinnerdate]

Yes... Bots don't exactly line up to help me.

I told you... I can control myself.

[skidaddle]

Then.

I guess.

I'm going to trust you.

I'm going to do it.

[He frowns.]

But if you ever lose control, even once, and make me regret having you for a friend?

[He just slowly runs a finger across his neck.]

Alright?

[dinnerdate]

I...


Right.












...I'm your friend?

[skidaddle]

Well.

I'd been.

Hoping.

Back before this.

[Its always a good idea to make friends with the bartender.]

[dinnerdate]

Oh...

[skidaddle]

Of course, I can't be friends with you if you eat anyone.

Er.

To death, I mean.

But if you really aren't going to, then...

We could try this again?

[dinnerdate]

...I, uh.

[Skids you kind of were just yelling at him and threatened to kill him. But you were nice before. But you also reacted like everyone else learning about his diet.]


...

I guess.