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[arnhaid]

So uh... hate t'be a bother and everythin', but...

[He holds up a fist, and, quite literally, proceeds to bash it against a wall. Hard. And, given it's Ironhide, something should be damaged. Granted, it's his fist versus a wall, but...]

[Not so much as a single scrape or even a chip appears on Ironhide's hand. He might as well be mashing it into a bucket of water for all the effect it has on him. He doesn't even flinch, either.]

[After a good minute or two of repeatedly punching the wall with what appears to be all his strength, the big soldier subsides.]

I know I'm tough, but... Primus, even for me, this ain't right. I can't transform either. Not even a little bit.

[What is a "little bit" of a transformation, Ironhide.]

Anybody else suddenly got somethin' weird going on?

Comments

[badboybikerbot]

Fine, fine, inserting. Better?

[arnhaid]

How 'bout we not talk about me stickin' anything in any medic ever.

How's that?

[badboybikerbot]

See, your problem is that your mind's in the gutter.

[arnhaid]

How's that figure?

[badboybikerbot]

Taking what I said and making it sound inappropriate. Do you listen to yourself?

[arnhaid]

How is that inappropriate?

It sounds like I'm stabbin' them or something!

[badboybikerbot]

That's not what it sounds like at all.

[arnhaid]

How's it not sound like that?

[badboybikerbot]

Do I really have to spell it out for you, big red? Seriously?

[arnhaid]

I guess I kinda get why stabbin' someone is inappropriate but...

[badboybikerbot]

Never mind. You know what? I'll tell you when you're older.

[arnhaid]

Kid, I probably got five or six million years on you.

I'm old.

Whatever you got goin' through your processor, it ain't like that.

[badboybikerbot]

Jesus. I keep forgetting that some of you are literally older than dirt.

Still, never mind.

[arnhaid]

Y'do?

How old're you bots anyway?

[badboybikerbot]

Been in service around a year, give or take a few months.

[arnhaid]

... are you serious? That's it?

[badboybikerbot]

Probably goin' on two, come to think of it.

Why?

[arnhaid]

... The other guys from your planet. They the same way?

'Cause you don't really seem like it. Seem like a lotta bots with more years behind 'em, if you ask me.

[badboybikerbot]

Uh huh.

We weren't built to stand around and look pretty, y'know. We had work to do. Getting shot at builds character.

Or something.

[arnhaid]

Huh.

Just always had you figured for older. Don't think there's a whole lotta Cybertronians your age runnin' around...

Even when there were, they weren't gettin' shot at.

[So kudos to you, kids.]

[badboybikerbot]

It's cool, Power Joe acts immature enough to make up for the rest of us.

[No Gunmax really has no room to talk but shhh]

Are young Cybertronians just not a thing or... what.

[arnhaid]

I just kinda pictured you all a little... older.

[Even as immature as PJ is.]

Last time I checked, the entire planet was dead. So... no. Not really.

[badboybikerbot]

How much older is a little older?

Well i get that, but you can't just build more or something?

[arnhaid]

Maybe a couple thousand or so, I guess.

Nah. It's more complicated than that... you need a spark and... stuff.

[Gunmax he doesn't know how to answer these things ok.]

[badboybikerbot]

I guess to a dinosaur like you, a couple thousand would seem like a little older.

[you are the worst teacher ever irondad]

Yeah, real informative there. I take it these sparks aren't something you can just make, right?