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[It seems like only just yesterday that Kay's feed clicked on with her newest revelation to the world. Well, it's that time again, and now she's...less as excited as last time. In fact, she looks rather distressed. Ever since she slept at Teddie's, she's gotten a closer look at the guitar that she'd received as of late. For awhile, she didn't question it.

Until Teddie brought up that it might be a Transformer child.

But Kay's not that stupid, she's learned how robots make babies. She's more worried about the guitar being something completely different. You see, the guitar is red. Crimson red with spikes adorning it, and two cow-like horns. Now who does that sound like? Well, she certainly has an idea. And that idea horrifies her.

Cliffjumper has been turned into her guitar.

What does she do. Her voice is slightly quivering, as she holds it in her hands with a face much like her icon.]

YOU GUYS... I THINK MY GUITAR IS CLIFFJUMPER.

[Do explain, crazy child.]

I-I mean...look! It's red...there's horns...

W-WHAT IF HE'S UNDER A CURSE??

[Well at least she's being rational.]

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[Cheetor's keeping his scowl thank you. He's not going to let anyone know that maybe he might have wanted to smile right then.]

Stop calling me that!

I'm going to be the best cop Cybertron has ever seen someday, and there's no way I'm going to have people think I'm a kitty.

The best kitty cop Cybertron's ever seen!~

[Her hands clap together, laughing at her own joke.]

Bah, not sure why I expected an organic to understand what that means.

Don't you all wiggle around in dirt and stuff?

Gross.

What?! Who told you -THAT-?

[Are all robots this dumb originally?]

...I heard it.

Everyone knows about you organics on my Cybertron.

[She folds her arms, obviously very unimpressed at you, Cheetor.

Look at her face. See her disappointment.]

Well then you got the facts WRONG, bub.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

Well, for one thing, we have hair, not fur. If anything, you'd have fur, because you're a silly kitty.

And we're not contagious!