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Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's ^{doing well. It's been} some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there} was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

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[She could if someone made her a cybertronian body~]

Thanks for the suggestion. [There's surprisingly no irony in his words.] I tried that already though, and _{the trailer it's} really too heavy for me to ^{do much} more than what I did so far. [That was pushing it and dragging it like, 10 meters only.] Help is on the way at least.

It's been some time since we talked, GlaDOS was it, madam?

[An audible sigh.]

Forthelasttime...It's not damage. This is how I always spoke.