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[stickshiftittotheman]

[The camera cuts in on Mike, hands on the wheel and foot on the gas. It's kind of loud in here, too! Which, if you look at the merrily neon-green holo-speedometer, is because he's coasting along at 250 miles per gatdamn hour.]

Okay, so half an hour into total barren wasteland and the Duke pulling some wacko "Mike Chilton versus Aliens on the Moon" prank is looking way less likely. Which means I ammmmm... on another planet, talking to whoever's on the other end of this Link thing.

Right. I have no idea how I managed to fall through dimensions in the middle of the night. That is... kind of a new one for me. Anybody out there in radioland want to give me some layman's term answers? The welcoming party here was kind of chilly.

I really hope you guys have gas here. Getting Mutt here down the mountain was kinda rough drivi--

[He cuts off mid-sentence, having just blasted the car right over the top of one of the spires of rock jutting out of the ground.]

Comments

[littlecrowgirl]

Oh ho ho~

This is Cybertron! Home of the giant shapeshifting-into-vehicle-robots!

[She'll just let you take that all in.]

[stickshiftittotheman]

[GASP

He looks... pretty okay with that, actually.]

I'm gonna guess the giant robots live in the giant temples?

[He eyes the outside terrain. See again: rocks, rocks, and more rocks.] Might be time for me to head back and say hi, then.

[littlecrowgirl]

You could put some money on it. I would.

[There's a slight giggle.]

What temple did you wake up in, anyway?

[stickshiftittotheman]

I think the guy there said it was... Prima? The big bright one. Mountains. Can't miss it.

[littlecrowgirl]

Oh wow, that one's really pretty!

I'm in Mr. Alpha Trion's.

[stickshiftittotheman]

Mister Alpha Trion, huh. Do we ever get to talk to the guys in charge, or just more of those monk types?

[littlecrowgirl]

Sometimes we can, but usually, we're left to our own devices.