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[badboybikerbot]

[No video for you, kids. Gunmax isn't about to put his face all over some mystery space internet. You do get to listen to him complain, though.]

Oookay then, now that I'm pretty sure I'm not having some kind of sensory malfunction, I figured I oughta start getting information out of the locals. The creepy dudes in the robes already dropped what I assume are the basics on me, but there's gotta be more to this than "hi, welcome to the robot planet. You're stuck here forever, make yourself at home". I kind of had things to do back home. Important things. Things that didn't include being kidnapped by alien robots.

Anyway. It's probably a long shot, but if any Brave Police just happen to be hanging around here, shoot me a heads up. Oh, and if anyone happens to find a really big motorcycle, that's mine. Try not to mess with it, yeah?

[Nope not even dropping a name. What a courteous guy right. He grumbles something to himself before killing the feed.]

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[neededthat]

[He stands up, slamming his palms on the palms down on the desk he's at and points a scolding finger into the feed.]

Don't you dare lay a digit on him.

[letmefixyou]

[oh! that wasn't quite the reaction he expected! maybe the other ratchet has a care about the idiot. don't mind while he giggles a little.]

Oh, I'm not promising anything! Seeing as you're all so intent on making me the villain.

[COULD IT BE because you're a violent psychopath??? WHO KNOWS.]

[neededthat]

I swear to Primus, if you do anything to him...

[He wouldn't go as far as killing him. Optimus wouldn't condone such a thing.

But.]

[letmefixyou]

[sharply:] What? You'll what?

[neededthat]

[HE DOESN'T KNOW OKAY.

Gosh you're an asshole.]

[letmefixyou]

[he laughs.]

That's what I thought.

[and cuts the feed. stew in your own anger!]