[Video] [TRANSMISSION ORIGINATING FROM: JUNKPILE]

[youhavebeenswindled]

[The feed opens to a cheerful looking Swindle relaxing on a chunk of metal, apparently totally at ease with being transported to another dimension and losing almost everything he owns. Oh yes, it's unfortunate that he's lost all of it, but there's no point in dwelling on it right? Time to move on to new things and adapt to the situation.]

Greetings Autobots, Decepticons alike! The name's Swindle, and I'm here to make you an offer! I am aware that many of you may have lost a weapon or two upon arriving in this marvellous world, and I'm perfectly willing to offer you a replacement weapon... for a price of course. I can also do weapon repairs for anyone who needs them, so I hope I can prove to you my devotion to good customer service in the future.

But this is not just a business call! Since we're all in this together, why don't you tell me a little about yourselves? I love meeting new people, and how often can I say I've met others from a completely different dimension? This goes for you organic types too!

[Besides, it's more beneficial to him to be friendly with everyone than enemies. Now if he had a Megatron to hide behind, things would be totally different.]

Comments

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Well what do you know. There were sleazy scumbbags even on this hunk of rock. Not that Wheeljack needed supplies or anything, but still.]

At least ya get right to the point.

[It was true, bluntness like that was rare in the galaxy. He'd give this guy chops if he wasn't so stubborn to admit it.]

What kind of price? Not that I need anythin', but for future reference.

[engrishdetective]

Oh my! With a name like Swindle, how can I go wrong?

[rotafortunae]

I fortunately arrived with my weapon, thanks.

[Your sales talk reminds him uncomfortably of some people he knows. But that means, perhaps...]

You wouldn't happen to gamble, would you? I've been itching for a card game.

[sparkless]

You'll, of course, offer a weapon for a discount to an old...friend?

[voice]

[megamind]

I don't need a weapon.

I need to fix the one I have.

[You have no idea how angry he is he's had the DE-Gun as a side arm since he was Five, that's thirty damn years of faithful service and this place screwed it up.]

But I think we can come to a profitable arrangment, if we must. I am a designer, an inventor. Perhaps we can trade parts for labor.

[He's not work for anyone but himself in ages, but the de-gun doesn't work right so he's a little bit desperate.]

[patokichi]

[This guy is really sketch. Deckerd makes a note to keep an eye on him. Seriously. "Swindle"?]

Don't you think we should be concerned with more important things than arming ourselves?

[not_halfbaked]

So you're like a blacksmith?

Private

[my_own_trope]

Rest assured I have no other reason for this, but curiosity has me asking; your inventory, does it contain much in the way of anatomy?

[voice]

[automobile_enthusiast]

I don't suppose you happen to offer anything beside weapons?

[This is a long shot but...]

[noparachutes]

Selling to all sides?