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[arnhaid]

So I'm guessin' everybody got themselves back to normal? Nobody runnin' around gluing people to walls no more?

[Because he's fresh out of wall scrapers. Or something.]

Good news is, I got my altmode back.

[He pauses.]

Uh. Bad news is... kinda found out I wasn't affected no more... the hard way.

[Good job, Ironhide, what did you do.]

Comments

[deadlydoctor]

Call me skeptical [Because he doesn't believe you at all.]

[It shouldn't do that sounds B[ Le sigh. Knock Out works some more on the joints of Ironhide's arm while the acolytes, seigneur they have nothing else to do here, start to leave.]

[arnhaid]

'Kay. You're skeptical.

[He just sits there, looking annoyed, but doesn't put up a fight over it.]

[deadlydoctor]

And you running out my patience. [He glares daggers at Ironhide for a few seconds before focusing on the elbow again and murmuring to himself.] Maybe Sora's right, I am getting soft...

[arnhaid]

I get that lots.

[He grumbles right back, scowling off into the distance.]

Sooner it gets done, sooner you can get gone. Yeah?

[deadlydoctor]

Maybe you should ask yourself why it keeps happening.

[Knock Out's next reply is just a HMMM as he ignores Ironhide. He moves a really small gear back in place and then his hands leave the mech's arm.] That should be fine now.

[arnhaid]

'Cause I do the scrap nobody wants to do.

[He grunts, taking his arm back. Flexing it.]

Right then.

[deadlydoctor]

And you do it in a really reckless way.

[Knock Out's not actually surprised at the grunt or the comment. Decepticons weren't exactly prone to give thanks either and he wasn't expecting them.]

I'm going back to the clinic then.

[arnhaid]

Oh, yeah. 'Cause accidentally gettin' dumped over a cliff is totally reckless.

[The sarcasm there could choke a brick.]

Sure.

[deadlydoctor]

It totally is.

[You were a glitch before, he knows how to do that too.]

Fine then. [And he will just change back and drive away. Ungrateful bots, why does he ever bother...]