[There’s a surprised scream as Knock Out jolts awake and activates his communicator by accident. Shockwave’s next to him, with the cortical cable that he pulled out of Knock Out’s head in hand.
The medic stares at him, and it takes a lot of willpower to not just growl questions at his superior. For the last week he was home, dealing with Predacons, Cylas and zombie terrorcons. He’s a bit on the edge and very confused.]
We need to talk about your bedside manners. Where am I?
[The Decepticon Scientist retracts his hand, taking the time to coil up the device and set it on a tool table next to him. The room around him was mostly dark, but there were several lights focused on Knockout. Looks like he was on some sort of table..]
[Wait - table. A medical table, with a screen displaying the medic's vital stats right next to him. All normal.]
You are in my laboratory. You were brought here shortly after becoming unconscious.
[In Knock Out’s opinion, ‘he’ and ‘Shockwave’s laboratory table’ are two things that should never get mixed. He quickly gets out of the table and puts some distance between him and the bigger Con.]
Oh, that’s great really. Very sweet of you to do…[Knock Out stares warily at the lights and then back at Shockwave with a forced smile.]…Whatever you were trying to do, I think I will leave you alone now. I wouldn’t dare to disturb you while creating more Predacons and the like; I've had enough Eldritch Abominations for a life time. Now if you excuse me…
[He moves to leave and the video cuts to black.]
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