'Con Runaway

“I don’t eat organics. Can you make the connection? Protein is _organic_ for the frag’s sake!”The con rolls his optics and drops his arms. Yeah, missed trying to talk sense into that dragon.

“No. You’re organic. I can’t digest organic matter effectively. Waste of time an’ effort, ya know.”

“I do, but I don’t eat volounteers whose sick fantasy is being eaten... I could hack ya up and bleed dry, if you were made of energon.”

“I won’t help you to indulge in your fragged-up fetishes, Anon.” A loud huff. “Take your weirdness and go to some less intelligent or more fragged-up mech.”

Yes... Along with bad thoughts and too curious vore-addicted anons.

Eat Anons for breakfast, lunch and dinner in order to replenish his sass energy levels which he’d lost during the time of inactivity.

ooc: Less alive than more. I was "alive” on other blog, which promo I’ve been posting here.But for now, exam month… It brings Deadlock muse back.

“An’ what ‘bout it? ‘M not interested in Tarn, but if my alternate’s having a fancy time with the executioner, then it’s his deal, not mine.” The sharpshooter shrugs it off.

“A kiss? Did you fall on your ball-shaped body, Anon? What the scrap do you think I am, a slaggin’ escort?! Scrap off before I blow that glasses off ya with a frag grenade.”