[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

[There is a lot of neon on the screen right now. Orange, green, yellow, it's all so very bright... What kind of bot would choose such a paint job? One that looks incredibly like the Prime Wheeljack, that's who. In fact were it not for the paint job, that blindingly bright neon green 'Con symbol and that face, this guy could probably pass himself off as Wheeljack.]

Cybertron, huh? Same planet, different universe, or whatever - if this even is any of that. Doesn't matter... The war started yet? It's only a matter of time, really. We'll all end up offlined and rusted. No avoiding it. I'm probably going to starve here.

[He vents a sigh.]

What's the point?

[Well isn't he just a bundle of sunshine and rainbows!]

Comments

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

Knowing you, I can't say I agree.

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He backs up slightly, as if 'offended'.]

That hurts right here.

[A hand goes over his chest area.]

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

I could fix that for you.

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You're a Certified Medic now?

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

Not exactly.

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I'll place my trust in one of them, then.

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

Suit yourself. I'll keep the offer open, just in case they can't fix it.