[Voice] Trying Too Hard

[vandalization]

So that's it then. Everything is back to "normal". As normal as this place gets and we're all left a little more fucked up than when we started.

Let's talk, humans, bears, Autobots, Decepticons. We're all people stuck here. Some of us want to be here, some of us don't...

But.

I just want to hear something good.

It doesn't matter if we're friends or not. But I'd like to hear from you.

Have you made friends here?

Would you rather go home or stay? If you want to go home, what is it there that you miss?

What makes you happy?

Comments

AUDIO;

[vandalization]

Maybe someday you will?

Sweet. Play me off, Soundwave.

AUDIO;

[inferiordude]

Yeah. Maybe.

Heh, lemme just find the right thing for ya. Got a style you like?

AUDIO;

[vandalization]

You got something beautiful?

AUDIO;

[inferiordude]

For you? No problemo.

[Soundwave goes quiet for a moment as he sorts through his selection, then chooses a song for her.]

Prepare to be serenaded, Joan Jet.

[And he sings for her, as promised. Hoping to inspire her to feel cared for.]

AUDIO;

[vandalization]

[Have some applause.]

You're wonderful, you know that, right?

AUDIO;

[inferiordude]

I appreciate th' notion, Vandal.

I'll sing as often as you need me to.

AUDIO;

[vandalization]

Thank you.