Combaticons! Combine!

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

You might consider doing likewise.

Oh? And you haven't been drinking your issued Kool-aid? *Looks between @onslaught-official and @motormaster-official* Explains you combiners alot.

Oh, so you really are that far gone, I’d say it’s a tragedy but it’s not much loss.

Perhaps. though I'd still rather be Drinking Megatron's Kool-aid than whatever the Functionists would have us do. For example, you. Do you really wanna just be a paperweight for the rest of your existence?

Oh, I know I'm a Psycho. I know exactly when I became so. The Functionists ultimately made me that way, and then they paid for it when they decided treated one too many thinking-feeling cybertronians like equipment was a good idea. Thus, the Decepticons. for we are all being Deceived, but shall be Deceived no longer.

When I care about poetry class, I will show up to your book club, Tarn.

Even if the author's Lord Megatron?

When did I show up to book club?

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

You might consider doing likewise.

Oh? And you haven't been drinking your issued Kool-aid? *Looks between @onslaught-official and @motormaster-official* Explains you combiners alot.

Oh, so you really are that far gone, I’d say it’s a tragedy but it’s not much loss.

Perhaps. though I'd still rather be Drinking Megatron's Kool-aid than whatever the Functionists would have us do. For example, you. Do you really wanna just be a paperweight for the rest of your existence?

Oh, I know I'm a Psycho. I know exactly when I became so. The Functionists ultimately made me that way, and then they paid for it when they decided treated one too many thinking-feeling cybertronians like equipment was a good idea. Thus, the Decepticons. for we are all being Deceived, but shall be Deceived no longer.

When I care about poetry class, I will show up to your book club, Tarn.

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

You might consider doing likewise.

Oh? And you haven't been drinking your issued Kool-aid? *Looks between @onslaught-official and @motormaster-official* Explains you combiners alot.

Oh, so you really are that far gone, I’d say it’s a tragedy but it’s not much loss.

Perhaps. though I'd still rather be Drinking Megatron's Kool-aid than whatever the Functionists would have us do. For example, you. Do you really wanna just be a paperweight for the rest of your existence?

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

You might consider doing likewise.

Oh? And you haven't been drinking your issued Kool-aid? *Looks between @onslaught-official and @motormaster-official* Explains you combiners alot.

Oh, so you really are that far gone, I’d say it’s a tragedy but it’s not much loss.

It always has been, has it not?

Yes. It has.

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

You might consider doing likewise.

It always has been, has it not?

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

there seems to be a great shortage of those all around doesn't there. At least I wear a mask.

Yes, or else your voice wouldn’t be the only thing we’d have to worry about!

Are you reffering to Terror-con Syndrome? (What Airachnid had at the end of Prime. Essentially vampyrism but not exactly)

No, I’m a siphonist.

I see. So not exactly much better. *Adds to a serious list. no not that list*

Tch. I didn’t ask to be a fucked up lab experiment.

Never the less, you are what you are, and You shall need to inform any and all bots living close to you should you move hab-quarters.

What? Everyone important to me already knows, and you can’t make me leave my quarters, you can’t make me leave my gestalt!

I don't intend to. However, you must be open about your condition with anyone it might affect. Not just your gestalt.

Can you absolutely garuntee on your Spark that you will absolutely never loose control?

It only takes once. And for the record, you should have informed me as soon as you knew you had your condition.

Then it should have been in your paperwork from the start, yet it wasn't.

Well that’s not my fault! I don’t make the paperwork!

the accuracy of your records is your responsibility. It's official Constellate Military Policy.

I didn’t know it needed to be on there. Damn.

Ignorance is no excuse.

*hands him a hannibal style face/mouth guard* You'll also need to wear this anytime you're out in public, gestalt or no.

Consider yourself lucky you just need to wear a mask. Standard proceedure for any kind of vampyric condition, you's included is a complete quarantine.

Deadend, will not be doing such things, Tarn. He already has a mask that I have control over. Now leave him alone.

I would hold my temper if I were you, Commander. We have procedures for a reason, and we are all subject to them. Do you think I really wanted to give up the entire south-wing of my manor to Airachnid? Yet the needs of the Constellate are greater than any one bot, you, me, @deadend-officiall included. Just have him wear the stupid muzzle before your Gestalt unit command is in jeopardy, Soldier.

I will not be listening to you. If Megatron orders it, then I will listen to it. I do not care for what you want regulated or not. You have no position over my gestalt or me, and therefore you have no say, at all. "Rules" or not.

Oh I'm fully aware, but I also do not care about your "chief of justice" or whatever slag. You aren't Megatron. You speak for yourself and your own interests. I was created by Megatron, therefore I only listen to him, and so will my gestalt.

*Tarn points at his Decepticon insignia mask* We were all made by Megatron one way or another. Your's just happens to be more literal than most. We may have tollerated your... eccentricities... during the height of war, however, Megatron and Optimus have come to a ceasefire. Thus, even if we are no longer meeting our object enemies on the field of battle, we are still at War with them. A war I intend to Win. If you cannot see and agree with this goal because you can't see past your overlarge front bumper, maybe a tour of duty at Fort-Quasar Prison Complex will change your mind.

You are very much out of line, Commander. Given you are still, unfortunately, necessary to us, I am willing to forget your insolence this time under one condition.

Uuh-huh. Whatever...

You do not object to my Temporary re-assignment of Dead-end To Fort Quasar.

Uh... Alright. Go ahead, as long you don't plan to have him hurt somehow. Wouldn't be good for any of us if he got hurt.

I intend on doing him no physical harm. This is not an intcarceration, simply a temporary assignment. However, he has proved quite... difficult... to work with.

Alright... all of us Stunticons are hard to work with, the reasons why Megatron sent us out as a last resort during battles.

now consider that, and think about why Megatron keeps me around? It's most certinaly not for my good looks.

Certainly not considering those don’t exist

make one up. We could make one up together…if you want..

Are you trying to get me to play mad libs with you, Swindle?

*Looks up at him with puppy eyes.*

…I will play mad libs with you, all you have to do is ask.

Yes, yes, of course. Begin?

Uhhhh…I’m not great with beginnings. 👉👈

Do you want to play one sentence at a time?

Sure.

Once upon a time…

When the great primes still ruled cybertron.

There was a cat.

The cat belonged to them, his name was cookies.

And then one day Cookies went on an adventure

Cookies found a ball of yarn.

And then he used the yarn to set a trap.

He caught a mouse

Which he killed.

and ate

It with some spaghetti

But the spaghetti was cold

Which was unacceptable

So he set off 1000 nukes and wiped out cybertron

And that’s why he got renamed Unicron

make one up. We could make one up together…if you want..

Are you trying to get me to play mad libs with you, Swindle?

*Looks up at him with puppy eyes.*

…I will play mad libs with you, all you have to do is ask.

Yes, yes, of course. Begin?

Uhhhh…I’m not great with beginnings. 👉👈

Do you want to play one sentence at a time?

Sure.

Once upon a time…

When the great primes still ruled cybertron.

There was a cat.

The cat belonged to them, his name was cookies.

And then one day Cookies went on an adventure

Cookies found a ball of yarn.

And then he used the yarn to set a trap.

He caught a mouse

Which he killed.

and ate

It with some spaghetti

But the spaghetti was cold

Which was unacceptable

make one up. We could make one up together…if you want..

Are you trying to get me to play mad libs with you, Swindle?

*Looks up at him with puppy eyes.*

…I will play mad libs with you, all you have to do is ask.

Yes, yes, of course. Begin?

Uhhhh…I’m not great with beginnings. 👉👈

Do you want to play one sentence at a time?

Sure.

Once upon a time…

When the great primes still ruled cybertron.

There was a cat.

The cat belonged to them, his name was cookies.

And then one day Cookies went on an adventure

Cookies found a ball of yarn.

And then he used the yarn to set a trap.

He caught a mouse

Which he killed.

and ate

It with some spaghetti

make one up. We could make one up together…if you want..

Are you trying to get me to play mad libs with you, Swindle?

*Looks up at him with puppy eyes.*

…I will play mad libs with you, all you have to do is ask.

Yes, yes, of course. Begin?

Uhhhh…I’m not great with beginnings. 👉👈

Do you want to play one sentence at a time?

Sure.

Once upon a time…

When the great primes still ruled cybertron.

There was a cat.

The cat belonged to them, his name was cookies.

And then one day Cookies went on an adventure

Cookies found a ball of yarn.

And then he used the yarn to set a trap.

He caught a mouse

Which he killed.