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[heytheresugarbot]

So I wake up in some room that ain't my own, and have some no-good, tin-faced mooks try to tell me things. Now I don' care what they say, sounds like to me that someone is a lookin' for a fight! And boy did they get one.

[Whoa, who is this cowboy? Someone should tell him to calm down, there has to be a limit to the amount of intensity one can put in their words after all.]

You don't kidnap a Predacon and expect to get away scot-free now do ya?!

Y'all better tell me where Bossbot is! Or else I guess I'll be havin' me some more keisters to kick! Y'all better tell me where I am too, and no lies!

[He bounces eagerly from foot to foot, almost desperate to find himself a nice good fight. When you're unsure about things, you shoot em right? When you ain't got nothin' to shoot, you find somethin' to shoot.]

Comments

[rednotbluethx]

[a second of staring later]

Anyone tell you ya talk weird an' scrap?

[heytheresugarbot]

[Them's fightin' words man!]

Anyone tell you that your face is all wrong?

[HAHA THERE GOTCHA.]

[rednotbluethx]

[HAHA WELL PLAYED MY FRIEND]

Haha! Are ya bein' serious? I mean, ain't you ever looked into a mirror? Seriously, an' wut the Pit? Were ya scrapped an' glued together with junk just lyin' 'round an' dead animals?

[heytheresugarbot]

[OH IT'S ON.]

Well you're uglier than a dead warthog that's been left out in th' sun for too long!

Better get inside, ya gonna me them babies cry.

[rednotbluethx]

Yea, no, I don't think there can be anythin' possibly uglier than you. Except maybe you in dif'rent colors. But then again, Pit, vacuum-face, ya think yer bright enough?

An' y'know, makin' babies cry ain't a bad thing. Kinda envy you, though. Y'don't even need t'try. One look at you an' yer... what are dose, feet? Nah, seriously, what freaky zoo or experimentation lab did you crawl outta?

[treacherous_widow]

The Megatron we're used to isn't here. Now where exactly are you?

[heytheresugarbot]

Sugarbot!

[Well his day just improved considerably!]

I'm trapped in some room! Dunno where I am, though those guys mentioned somethin' about Megatronus?

So bossbot ain't around? What're we gonna do?

[treacherous_widow]

I don't know about you, but I plan on surviving on this early Cybertron.

[Well, he never was the smart one of the group.]

Megatronus is the guy whose mark is on your arm. Apparently it's a good thing to have one of those.

...Also try the door. You aren't trapped.

[heytheresugarbot]

You mean this swanky tattoo?

[He glances at it, having noticed it earlier. Truth be told, he kinda likes the look of it.]

So, uh, where you at? After all, y'know, we Predacons gotta stick together amirite?

[Right the door. What do you know, it really is unlocked.]

[treacherous_widow]

Yeah that.

[She just rolls her optics a bit and resists the urge to cause someone bodily harm for the moment.]

...Sure. We'll go with that. Head for the junk pile and I'll find you.

[murphyslaw]

Mnnnnzzz, Twohead?

Megatron not here.

[heytheresugarbot]

Well if it ain't Bug-face.

[Happy to see you? Ehhh...]

So if bossbot ain't here, who's in charge?

[murphyslaw]

[ SHRUG. ]

Waspinator not know and not care.

[heytheresugarbot]

What? How do you not care!?

[After all, who's going to tell them which faces to punch? Not that Quickstrike needs any encouragement there, but it's nice to have direction.]

[murphyslaw]

Did Twohead forget? Waspinator quit! Not take orders from Megatron anymore.

[heytheresugarbot]

...Quit? Since when?

So you ain't one of us no more?

[murphyslaw]

For a while now. Waspinator not a Predacon anymore.

[heytheresugarbot]

[WAIT

SO DOES THIS MEAN...]

That makes you fair game don't it?

[Waspinator hunting anyone? Quickstrike is so excited!]

[murphyslaw]

If Twohead comezzz near Waspinator, Waspinator will shoot him!