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As a public official, I'm making a public announcement.

Publicly.

[The camera pulls back to reveal a long, long, long line of flags spreading into the distance. Yes, they are all shaped like Prowl's Chevron. Some of them, if given closer inspection, even have catchy sayings on them like 'no fun zone,' and 'Patrol Raceway, top speed 10mph.' They are, as you can see, INCREDIBLY WITTY.]

First, these are our marked roadways. Er. Future Roadways. You'll probably see them around if you're driving between any of the temples. I was serious in my earlier threat: don't disturb them.

[The camera swings around 180 degrees to view BEHIND him, showing where the flags are continuing in the other direction. However, this time there is a beautifully paved surface extending towards Nexus's temple. Of course it would be Nexus's. Skids is the entire Zoning Committee, it can be wherever he wants.]

Secondly, the first patch of road has been completed by my favorite co-workers. We all strongly suggest not attempting to drive on it until further clearance has been given.

Or. You know. Go ahead.

We'll erect you as a statue commemorating your help with the 'Advancement of Cybertron' and just make a new road.

[He reaches down and picks up one of the flags that had previously marked the boundaries of the pavement-to-be, and turns the camera towards himself.]

Thirdly, and finally, I would like to assure all of...everyone...that synthetic energon is not recommended for consumption without further clinical studies. Which will not be conducted by me. Probably.

I promise.

[He is serious, or at the very least is doing a good job of appearing to be serious.]

I think that's all?

Oh.

Wait, no. I almost forgot. A few of you have submitted some applications to be on the Law Committee. Since we're still figuring this whole thing out, I guess it hasn't been a priority but I'll be looking at those soon.

To everyone else? Stop disappearing so we don't need more people on the Law Committee.

That's about it.

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If it makes you feel any better, I'll be sure to let people know you follow scientific procedure. Exactly.

[Better than Skids does, but that is fine with him. Even if he lives life a bit more 'spur of the moment,' it was good to have some things more planned.]

You're kidding.

Even all the tests we did on, er...me?

Good. Because I do, and I'm tired of fielding stupid questions to my scientific authority.

[It's getting old, fast.]

Everything.

It's all gone.

[And wow, if there isn't a definite note of exhausted resignation in his voice.]

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Really? Because I'd think anyone who had seen you work would know better. Conditions might be a little hazardous, but they are affective.

[You do seem to attract danger somehow. However, this only makes the science more exciting, which is a bonus in his books.]

Okay, that's not right. Is there anything I can do?

Besides being experimented on?

[Seeing as he had just made a promise and all.]

I'll take that as a compliment. Knowledge always comes with a price, and so long as no one outright suffers for it, what does it matter?

[Except himself. He'll accept personal risk.]

Aside from cleaning and rebuilding the entire lab... and recreating every single experiment from scratch...

I'm not sure.

Or, at the least, so long as no one suffers who hasn't signed the waiver...

[That's pretty noble of you, all said. Skids would probably go for an experiment, again, if it weren't for all the trouble he'd got into last time. You're a hard mech to impress.]

Maybe the thing you need is a distraction.

[Idea!]

There's got to be another experiment out there to try. I might have one in mind...

I prefer a minimum of suffering as a whole. I'm a pacifist, in all respects.

[And a crack shot, apparently, but that's not important right now. He pauses, and the skeptical look is almost audible.]

A distraction? At a time like this?

[... okay, that does make him a little curious.]

What sort of experiment?

It was meant to be a joke. For the most part.

[Really? Now THAT is something he'll have to test...]

I'm thinking you and me can roll up to one of the tall mountain peaks and get some spectral readings on the Lambda. It'll be good exercise, an amazing view, and productive.

You can't argue with productive.

I'm remarkably poor at understanding humor, according to everyone I know.

[... that was an apology. Really.]

Hm.

No, I suppose I can't argue that... I'll need to lock up the lab, first. Can't have my materials walking off while I'm away... whether or not they're intact...

[He's more muttering to himself at this point, than actually talking to anyone.]

Very well.

And I'm a hopeless cynic. Clearly we are made for each other.

[Maybe he can give some tips on how to be a funny guy. Somehow.]

Great!

Is everything in there safe, for now? Do you need any help cleaning hazardous chemicals?

[If he had eyebrows, he'd have raised them.]

"Made for each other". A convenient turn of phrase, I take it?

[... Right?]

Give me an hour, and I'll have it locked down and stabilized enough. The offer is... appreciated. But given how much of a pariah I've become for daring to use "hazardous chemicals" on you before, I'd rather avoid a second incident.

I'm going to go out on a beam here and guess that your society doesn't have conjunx?

Not that its what I'm suggesting regardless, but...since the subject has come up...

[That is much too big of a commitment, one way or another, but he's not going to pass up the chance to figure out the protocols from your world.]

I'll need more than an hour, myself. Chromedome has something he needs to talk to me about at the bar, so take your time and head on over whenever you're ready. I'll sharpen my grappling hook in the meantime.

Not that I'm aware of. Then again, if it's in regards to some sort of social custom, I never was terribly interested in pondering those out.

[Clearly.]

What were you suggesting, if not that?

[Yes whoosh there it went over his brainy head.]</small. Very well. If I arrive prior to yourself, I'll amuse myself somehow, I'm sure.

So no permanent life partners or anything like that?

Which will probably describe why that's not what I'm suggesting, since permanence here hasn't even been confirmed yet.

Otherwise...well. I don't know. Lets get to the top of the mountain and find out.

[Why did this keep happening to him. Or, more to the point, why was he complaining? Even in his head?]

I'm sure there are. Though, given the war and the shortage of energy, such a thing would be as foolish as forming a permanent partnership here.

Mm. Yes, I see.

Very well. We'll see what happens at the top, I suppose.

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