[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]

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?]

[dinnerdate]

[Oh he'd love to hear about that.]

Trust me, I won't.

[You made it weird first!]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Arts and Crafts and Necrophilia Hour?]

I don't trust you.

[Sorry, he had to.]

[dinnerdate]

[Oh yes please.]

... That I'm used to.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Frag. I'll have to try harder to stand out.

[Maybe paint himself chromium yellow? Nah, been done.]

[dinnerdate]

You already do.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

What. The face thing? You talking about the face?

[That would be this face.]

[dinnerdate]

... I was going to say because you have a cat.

[Because why would anyone want one of those things.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You leave Splat out of this.

[Fine. Maybe you aren't a face-ist.]

[dinnerdate]

Why do you even have one?

[S'what happens when you're more concerned about what you look like, rather than what others do.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Because I earned it.

You know, saving people from bombs, that sort of thing. General awesome.

[dinnerdate]

You earned a pet alien for saving people.



I think they conned you.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Wrong.

I earned a lethal killing machine, for playing with bombs. [WIN WIN]

[dinnerdate]

Has it killed anyone yet?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Splat's still in training.

[Do butterflies count? Because if so, yes. Kind of. Well, he squished one by sitting on it. It totally counts.]

[dinnerdate]

... Aren't they small? How's it going to take down bigger things?

[You know. Like Cybertronians. Not that he wants it to be able to take down Decepticons, because he is one.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

....

[Wait for it.]

....

Laser cannon. [Admit it, you're impressed.]