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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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[Bulk would've insisted they started at Solus'. But he's aligned with Nexus too, so not that big of a deal.]

I give it 'till morning before we get our first statue.

[There's some beeping from the datapad he's working with as he pokes the screen, checking the road surface again. This patch went out pretty quick considering it was just two of them. Probably helped in some part by boosts from Solus, and in Bulk's case, Nexus too.]

I bet if we say how illegal it is a few more times, we'll get one sooner.

How long do you think before we see Frenzy?

[He can't help but smirk, because as much as he doesn't want the work ruined...the image is too good to pass up.]

Yeah, bet we would. Maybe Knock Out'll be one of the first. He was wanting the roads plenty.

[Plus a race track, but one thing at a time. He chuckles, looking up from the pad.]

Hm, wouldn't give him too long either. Should definitely be interesting to see who's first.

I can't blame him--I've been wanting the roads, too.

[He taps one of his ankles where a very, very unfortunate tire is located. All of them look a little worse for wear, really, though its obvious he's tried to keep them maintained.]

Is that a bet?

Because it sounds like a bet.

I'm sure you and him aren't the only ones. Think most here don't have alts built for off-roading.

[Bulkhead winces as he sees the poor tire. But then he looks interested, perking up a little. A bet, you say?]

Could be a bet, what are we betting on and with what?

You seem pretty well-off, considering.

Then again, the rocks probably see you coming and get out of the way.

[His grin is wry, and he reaches out to tap the side of your chassis with the back of a knuckle.]

I think we're betting with who has to do Karaoke this week.

[That gets a shrug from him.]

What can I say, I was forged to be tough. [He knocks on his chest plating with his free hand in a fist.] Don't mean I don't appreciate a good smooth road either.

[The tapping gets a grin and a chuckle out of him, optics brightening a little as he hears the bet.]

Hope I win then. I ain't great at singing. [Or at least as far as he's concerned, he's not.]

Tough. That's a good way of saying it. [His hands settle on his hips-joints as he looks back over the road.] Maybe we should call this first bit Bulkhead freeway? It can go straight to Solus's if you'd like.

[He does enjoy getting to make the calls, even if he'd probably consider other opinions first.]

How often have you tried?

Whoa whoa whoa! [Skids, what are you doing. He eyes widen some as he holds up his hands. Don't do that, he doesn't deserve having a road named after him.] We're not namin' the road after me.

[The roads were Fracas' idesa to begin with, the first section should be named for him. He lowers his hands again as he shrugs.]

Singing? Not since before the war.

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