[AUDIO TRANSMISSION]

[dinnerdate]

[Someone has the best timing from wandering out of the badlands.]

I died, didn't I? ...Figures. I look horrible... If I did, what was the point in bringing me back? I'm not exactly worth anything. Seems like a wasted effort.

My processor is killing me. Don't... really know where I am right now. Not that it matters, I'll probably just end up dead again.

...

The planet's not about to explode and kill us all, right? It would be my luck to come back just for that.

Comments

[neverputincharge]

Cause you went missing.

[Duh.]

Considerin' they're zombies made out of fleshies, I doubt they could eat you. Injure ya? Yeah. Kill? No.

[dinnerdate]

You sure you're thinking of me and not someone actually important?

...My luck is that bad, I wouldn't doubt they could.

[neverputincharge]

No, I wasn't. I know where the guys important to me are.

Hey, they're taken out with one shot. As I said, easy to kill. [By Cybertronian standards anyway.]

[dinnerdate]

I'm not important...











And I don't have a gun.