[video] I see a black glyph and I want to paint it blacker....

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[How do you make black more 'vivid'? Frag you and your rules of color theory.  This is Whirl.]

[And Whirl is showing off his SWEET TAT, his Megatronus glyph, to the camera.  It is now so black it is faintly glowing. Yeah, you read that right. Glowing. Black. Deal with it. ]

Cool.

Guess this means I'm even more badaft than I thought.

[Is that even possible?!]

Wonder when Splat's gonna get his.

Comments

[dinnerdate]

What kind of name is Splat.

oh they are going to be best buddies aren't they

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Awesome. It's an awesome name. ['Scuse him while he adjuts the color gain on his optics. Because you are hard to look at.]

the very best of friends

[dinnerdate]

Sounds like roadkill.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You look like roadkill.

[dinnerdate]

[He takes a moment to look himself over.]

... I don't have that many scratches.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Made you look.

[Nyah nyah.]

Listen. Insult Splat and live juuuuuust long enough to regret it.

[dinnerdate]

[Now he's going to have to find some tools and fix himself up. Sigh.]

Just saying it's not the best name... and you could at least let me buff out these scratches first.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Life must be tough when you're colored like succotash.]

You got a better name? [Splat is a great name what are you even.]

Eh. Sure. I'm generous. I gotta warn you I'm only gonna scuff you right back up.

[dinnerdate]

[Life is though when your food source is power cores.]

Anything is better than Splat.

I'd rather you didn't.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Look. Is he gonna have to explain this to you?]

Splat. Rhymes with 'cat'. Which is what he is.

[GENIUS.]

Yeah? You prefer a clean headshot? I can do that. [He's so thoughtful!]

[dinnerdate]

Your rhyming skills are astounding.

I'd like to leave a nice looking corpse when I die.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, I'm a regular Sky Byte.

[He knows, he knows.]

Yeah? Whose?


...


Oh wait. You mean yours? Yeah, uh hate to break it to you.....

[dinnerdate]

Who?

...

I like my colours.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Snerk.] Decepticon. Poet. Poetcepticon.

[Paltry skills compared to a master wordsmith like Whirl.]

Fraggin' presumed so since you haven't run screaming from yourself yet.

[dinnerdate]

Right.


That would be dumb.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[And you're dumb soooooooooooooo.]

...your point?

[dinnerdate]

I'm not some stupid Vehicon.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Right. Instead you're a stupid..whoever you are.

[dinnerdate]

[Sigh. He could say he's not stupid, but he doubt it would work.] Dead End.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

.................

.....

Seriously.

[He can't even make fun of your name. It's too easy. ]

[dinnerdate]

What?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

...after the place in Rodion?

Or just as a generic loser term?

[dinnerdate]

What's wrong with my name?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

What's not wrong with your name?

[Says the guy named Whirl.]

[dinnerdate]

... There isn't anything wrong with it.