AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

Can't seem to find Knock Out anywhere. Tried hailing him, tried finding him. You know, right after Ratchet, he was the medic I went to. Sassy! A lot of character. But it looks like he's gone.

This is getting to be a bad habit, you know. You people leaving.

And things... are not looking so good for McCrane. Sure, the rest of you dead people can become your robo-zombie selves, but where's that leave him? So uncool.

On the plus side, my legs are all repaired.

So, ah. Thanks, Chief. I'm glad you're here. Try not to wander off, hm?

Anyway. So I suppose I have a request, depending on if anyone here's capable of it. I need some... changes made to my frame. Nothing big, but it needs to be done. Who here is skilled enough to help?

Comments

DONE

[engrishdetective]

You idiot!! You giving me crap about almost dying way back when I shot my Max Cannon, and you...!

Where are you?

[mccrane]

[With that reaction, and with what Whirl has said to him...McCrane knows something is off. More than his chronometer.]

Gunmax!

[He's surprised.] I am...I am sorry. I did not mean to worry you.

[Did he...die?]

I just visited the Headquarters. Shall I return there?

[engrishdetective]

Never do that to me-- Boss and Drill Boy again. Got it?

Yeah, I can see you there.

[mccrane]

Of course not.

...

What. What did I do? [He wants to be entirely clear, especially if death was involved.]

I'll return immediately.

[Was that a pause between 'me' and 'Boss?' McCrane isn't sure, but he'll store that information for future consideration. A pause is...nice.]

[engrishdetective]

I'll tell you in person. Just. ... Meet me there.

[If you were to ever bring it up, he'd probably just deny it.]

[Action!]

[mccrane]

Understood.

[And he'll return, to be waiting, more confused than he wants to be. This wasn't...supposed to happen. He'd not been at his post when he was needed.]

[He'll be sitting at his desk when Gunmax arrives.]