[Accidental Video]

[kungfugeek]

 [Power Joe's been a busy bot. Really busy. In fact, that whole golf thing he had planned completely slipped his mind. He's got bigger and better things to do with his time right now. One of them you'll be able to witness at this very moment.  The Link clicks on, probably at a most/worst opportune time, showing...

Gunmax's room?

Well, it may be only recognizable to Gunmax, but still. He's there. And...holing up in it with all manner of little nicknacks. Hoards of toasters, hoards of food, metal scraplings, Gunmax's bike, a TV, you name it. It's in here somewhere.

He in fact just seems to be finished moving it into the room, taking a look.]

Ha!

All mine now. 

[Looks like someone's claimed rooms.]

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[arnhaid]

One second.

[There's yet another knock from blocky red shoulders. Goddammit kid don't make him use actual force here.]

[Now it's just getting Gunmax's legs off the wall and damn boy why do you have so much leg.]

I'm serious. Back off, kiddo. I don't wanna make you.

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[kungfugeek]

[He has so much leg because he's a weenie okay. Even PJ can answer that one for you.]

It's mine! MINE! Not yours! Get out of my room, old man!!

[Seriously who barges in when you're having a mental breakdown and gluing your friends to the wall.


R U D E.]

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[badboybikerbot]

[Look Gunmax has nice legs ok don't diss his fab legs]

How about you just glue Power Joe to the wall!? That would solve all the problems right now. All of them!

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[arnhaid]

That's it.

[He stops what he's doing. He turns away from prying Gunmax off the wall, and moves to seize Power Joe by the shoulders.]

[Seize him, and heft him up onto the wall as well.]

The scrap is that glue.

[Even dad has his limits, kids.]

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[kungfugeek]

[Well, he certainly didn't see that coming--really, with a dad that size, he really should have too. He's going to squirm though, though, naturally.]

Ironhide!!

Stop!! This is MY. ROOM!

[And you know what follows? Whimpering. All that fighting's made him tired.]

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[badboybikerbot]

[Okay no you know what

Gunmax is just going to laugh

because fuck you Power Joe.]

Aw, that's too bad for you. Cheer up, Power Joe. Now you get to stay in "your room" for a while.

[seeing as you're glued to the wall you little moron]

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[arnhaid]

[Dammit not the whimpering. Dammit dammit dammit.]

I don't like this anymore than you do. But 'till we know what's goin' on with you, you're stayin' put.

[It's safer. He tries to focus on that part. And not on feeling like scrap for doing it.]

And you...

[He eyes Gunmax for a moment, before pushing the smaller bot's shoulders back against the wall.]

... Get a time out. You ain't helpin' anything.

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[kungfugeek]

There's...nothing going on with me! I'm fine, old man! Just...let me go right now!!

[His desperate attempts to fight it are futile. He's just too worn out. From collecting everything to fighting Gunmax to struggling against Ironhide.]

Ngh...

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[badboybikerbot]

Wait, wait wait.

[wait. WAIT.]

Hah, that's funny! Good one! Right? Because you're totally joking, right? Right!?

Ah, come on, man!

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[arnhaid]

Somethin' ain't right in your head, kid!

[He jabs a finger at PJ. Hopefully the angry bluster does something to hide how much he hates this.]

[Gunmax gets another finger jab too.]

I said time out. That's for bein' stupid and provokin' him. And also so you don't get into whatever it was he got into.

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[kungfugeek]

[Hurt, angry eyes stare back at him, like Ironhide had just betrayed him on all levels. Weren't they close? Power Joe had idolized him and...here he was, glued to a wall.

...he's going to feel so bad when this is over, honestly.]

My head's JUST FINE! Stop listening to Gunmax!

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[badboybikerbot]

I didn't provoke him, he was already acting weird to begin with!

[That's only half bullshit. It's time to continue provoking Power Joe.]

And you! There is nothing fine about your head right now! Who the hell glues people to walls!?

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[arnhaid]

No, it ain't. Your spark's not like this -- greedy and crazy. That ain't you.

So you're gonna stay there 'till I find someone who's got this figured out.

[Yeah, he's going to turn away. This is awful. And he's got one hell of a bad poker face about it.]

[He prods Gunmax in the chest.]

So you come out here and start hasslin' him? What part of that sounded like a good idea?

You're sittin' in time out for a minute.

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[kungfugeek]

Ironhide!!

[Just pointless struggles, desperately at that. After all, PJ didn't know he was different than this usually. He was like a frightened and threatened animal at this point, turning his head towards Gunmax, lashing out.]

Shut up! You're still mine, no matter what the old man does, or says!

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[badboybikerbot]

I will admit that not all of my ideas are the most thought out.

[WELL being pissed off certainly wasn't helping. Gunmax just shrugs the best he can while being glued to a wall.]

What. He's right though. You're stupid, but you're not usually this stupid. Someone take a magnet to your AI chip or something?

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[arnhaid]

I'll be back.

[As he takes a few measured steps back, his optics averted.]

[This is terrible. If he ever gets his hands on the ones responsible for it, even if it's the Firstforged themselves, he's going to hurt them.]

Just hang out for a bit.

[Hahahaha you're hilarious.]

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[kungfugeek]

[Finally giving up the fight, he...just chills. Hanging limply from the wall.]


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[Slight look to Gunmax.]

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[badboybikerbot]

[geezus ironhide stop acting like you kicked a couple of stupid puppies

Just gonna give Power Joe a weird look. At least it would be weird if his visor wasn't covering half his face]

Whelp.

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[arnhaid]

[He feels like he kicked a couple stupid puppies okay.]

[So he'll just.]

[Step out.]

[For a little while.]