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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

[arnhaid]

Not a billion.

More complicated than just a malfunction... it's... ugh, Primus, I need a lot more high grade in me before I wanna touch that story...

It's kind of a thing.

[badboybikerbot]

Close enough.

A thing, huh. I'm torn between doing the decent thing and keeping out of your business, and loading you up with high grade because deep down I'm a complete jerk.

Eh. I think I can be nice this time.

[arnhaid]

Hey, I might take you up on that after all this mess gets sorted.

[badboybikerbot]

Oh yeah? Sounds like a plan, big guy.

[arnhaid]

Deal.

Soon as we get this figured out, we'll hit up the bar, kid. That's a promise.

[badboybikerbot]

Awesome. I'll make sure to set aside some time for it.

[and by that he totally means he'll skip work like a responsible adult]

[arnhaid]

Sure thing, kid. I'll be ready.

[Yeah good job kiddo you're lucky he likes your bad attitude.]