[FLOP]
"OOF!"
This is red on red violence. Fortunately for Heatwave, Cliff isn't in a mood to retaliate. Instead he just groans, still laying sprawled on the warm grass, and aims a blind swat at the other bot's helm. "Slagger."
“A slagger bearing snacks.”
Heatwave pulled out an insulated bag of cold energon gels and set it on Cliffjumper’s chassis. “So be nice...” He popped a gel into his intake and held another one just above Cliff’s. “And open up, Tex.”



















