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[batmanta]

All right. I had enough nonsense to last me a lifetime.

Firstforged, Primus, a newborn Cybertron, glyphs -- it's all scrap. I'm offline and this is the Pit.

Although I gotta say, it's a lot less fiery and more fraggin' ridiculous than anything else.

I want a straight answer. Now.

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[batmanta]

Looks like someone's already repaired me. But I'll keep that in mind.

[docbot]

Someone-- ah. You were repaired during the course of your travel through the Lambda?

[ It's happened before, so this is less confusing that it was. Ratchet nods. ]

Right, good. Hopefully the next time I see you won't be for medical reasons, though.

[batmanta]

...Lookin' like it. Let's just say I was in a few more pieces than this before.

[He snorts.] Better not be. I don't like makin' a habit of needing to see a medic.

[And he made sure to fuss if Rhinox needed to see to him for any reason.]

[docbot]

... Right. Do I want to know how many?

[That's mostly a rhetorical question. He knows he does, but he also doesn't want to deal with hearing yet another mech telling about how he'd been a multiple amputee in the recent past.]

Good. If you stay healthy, I'm fine with you never gracing my medbay. [Implied is that if you're not, you'd better see him. Or he'll come get you. Rhinox ain't got nothing on this one, baby.]