[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

[whirlybird_of_prey]

It means 'loser'.

So, yeah I guess it's at least accurate.

[dinnerdate]

[Oh.]

I don't think it means that.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah? What does it mean, then? Dead End's where all the losers, syk addicts and syphonists end up.

[dinnerdate]

Means I purposefully led a little too many bots into dead ends for the fun of it.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Strangely, he can get behind that idea of fun.]

Probably because their optic sensors were scorched.

[dinnerdate]

No...

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Wait. So that isn't some tactical coloration? You want to look like that?

[DAAAAAAMN, son.]

[dinnerdate]

Yes.

[Oh. He's feeling bad now. Good job, Whirl!]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl is proud of his good job. *nyah*.]

[Snort.] Decepticon.

[dinnerdate]

I'd ask what's wrong with being a Decepticon, but most bots tend to have a list...

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl shrugs. He...doesn't actually know. He fights because Optimus offered, not because he believes in some la di dah ideal. Whirl gave up ideals in Polyhex. For robot Lent.]

I don't know. Bad guys. Doing bad things.


Badly.

[dinnerdate]

Why are we bad?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

What? You don't do introspection or something?

[Neither does he, when he can avoid it.]

Because, you know, that whole kill kill conquer conquer stuff?

[dinnerdate]

Conquering doesn't make us bad.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah, okay. So lemme flip the script.

What's your deal with Autobots?

[dinnerdate]

They didn't have a good enough deal for mercenaries joining them. Also they try and kill me.

[He.Honestly has no other issues with them.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Maybe change your paint job. [Fifty percent less killable. Okay, maybe forty.]

[dinnerdate]

But I like my paint job...

[This news makes Dead End an even more broody mech.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Frag. I'm sorry.

[Well, as close as Whirl gets. Which is not very sorry.]

[dinnerdate]

[He's not sure if that's an insult at him not wanting to change his paint or something else. Like actually feeling sorry for him. What's the best way to reply to this? Staring in silence of course!]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl stares for a klik and then bursts out laughing. It's a creepy laugh. Of course.]

Eh, you're not that bad, for a 'con.

....just blinding to look at.

[dinnerdate]

[Wait. What?]

Really?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl: full of surprises.]

What?

Said you weren't bad, not that I wanted to bunk with you. [Seriously.]

[dinnerdate]

[This is a big deal. When you eat other bots this is not a normal thing you hear. Insults are normal. Jabs at his paintjob are normal. This? It can't be real.]

Right. Just not used to hearing that.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Yeah, ask Whirl about his extra curricular puppet show with the Sweep corpses.]

Yeah, well, don't get used to it. You're still ugly.

[Why are you making this weird?]