[video]

[badboybikerbot]

[You know what Haven needs more of? Gunmax covered head to toe in rainbow glitter. It's like the thing you never knew you wanted until right now.

Gunmax doesn't seem too thrilled about it, though. Impressed, maybe, but not thrilled. He just frowns for a moment, glances of camera at something to frown some more, huffs indignantly (totally blowing glitter from his vents in the process), and then faces the camera again.]

Just a little public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood bike cop.

Blurr. Sucks. Blurr sucks like a black hole filled with vacuum cleaners.

That's all.

[And end.]

Comments

[Video]

[badboybikerbot]

Pal I don't think anyone liked Prowl. I don't think Prowl liked Prowl.

I told Blurr I'd booby trapped Prowl's desk, so the little dork went and switched mine with it.

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

[Back to the snickering.]

I see. And, I'm sure you're right, about even Prowl not liking him.

So how big is the blast zone?

[He does have to admit to being at least a little miffed if it turns out the slag got all the way to his desk too.]

[Video]

[badboybikerbot]

Blast zone. Uhhh.

[He hadn't really checked yet. He pauses to look around the area]

...Pretty far.

[Sorry about your desk bro. Gunmax will clean it up.]

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

I see. And us without a cleaning crew...

[Have fun with that.]

[Video]

[badboybikerbot]

Y'know, we could get one.

Maybe.

[ugh cleaniiing]