[Accidental video post /Action| Location: the junkpile/where the Pillar was standing]

[deadlydoctor]

[The video starts all of sudden. The image is lopsided because Knock Out dropped his communicator on the ground.]

No, not this again...I..It can't be....

[The red mech clutches his head with a pained expression on his face. He's gritting his teeth together ad if he's trying to stop his jaw to do something absurd as, let's say, splint in two due to his sudden anger and hunger.]

He doubles over as if attempting to shake off the new memories in his mind getting mixed with the old ones. There's a angry pained scream coming from Knock Out before feed goes back to black after he accidentally steps on the communicator.]

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[Voice]

[thankyou4myheart]

[Sorry...that gets a very small but clearly wry grin – not at you, just at the irony. Or something.]

I'm a detective, Knock Out. It's my job to "be so smart".

Seriously, though . . . take care . . . but if it does get too much to handle, please call for assistance. Before someone gets hurt. Yourself included.

[There is NO threat in there anywhere. Or pity or anything. Just honest worry.]

[Voice]

[deadlydoctor]

[Since this is voice and Knock Out is also distracted by his own self pity he doesn't really notice.]

Don't sass me, pretty eyes. I'm not in the mood.

[Knock Out would be pretty pissed of if any of those things were there. A + for handling crazy mechs, Deckard.]

If it gets to the point I need to call for assistance that means I'm going to end with another hole in my chest. I appreciate what you are trying to do but I'll take care of the problem myself.