Yeah, I know--- [There's a frustrated groan before Cliffjumper just moves the lock to the whole thing, for ease's sake. And he's not sure how much he wants to talk about that where anybody can see, anyway.]
What torques me right of is that it means that some of my memories ain't right, and I think it could be when Sideswipe and I were huntin' for Grimlock, but at the same time our stories match up and nothing slagging happened!
[He throws his arms up and then crosses them over his chestplates, scowling.]
On the other hand, somethin' just feels... off, 'bout it, though I can't put my finger on it. And yeah scraplets. [He can't quite suppress the armour-rattling shiver.] Normal ones're bad, but the inverse ones... they eat dead metal and either make more of themselves, or replace it with livin' metal.
[Cliffjumper's expression goes a bit arch, even if there's an underlying sourness of his frustration still lingering. Because he can't pick out from when he knows that either, but that really bothers him less; anyone of the negative polarity 'Cons could've told him.]
And I don't think it matters, unless we've got a shootin' range somewhere? Did the police force headquarters have one? Probably just shouldn't choose the wall of a temple or anythin'. [Cliffjumper grinned and shrugged.]
And as long as ya don't shoot wildly around yourself, I think we should be able to manage...
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What torques me right of is that it means that some of my memories ain't right, and I think it could be when Sideswipe and I were huntin' for Grimlock, but at the same time our stories match up and nothing slagging happened!
[He throws his arms up and then crosses them over his chestplates, scowling.]
On the other hand, somethin' just feels... off, 'bout it, though I can't put my finger on it. And yeah scraplets. [He can't quite suppress the armour-rattling shiver.] Normal ones're bad, but the inverse ones... they eat dead metal and either make more of themselves, or replace it with livin' metal.
[Cliffjumper's expression goes a bit arch, even if there's an underlying sourness of his frustration still lingering. Because he can't pick out from when he knows that either, but that really bothers him less; anyone of the negative polarity 'Cons could've told him.]
And I don't think it matters, unless we've got a shootin' range somewhere? Did the police force headquarters have one? Probably just shouldn't choose the wall of a temple or anythin'. [Cliffjumper grinned and shrugged.]
And as long as ya don't shoot wildly around yourself, I think we should be able to manage...