Kiss the cook. ::Closed rp with dontcallmesinbad::
Toaster blinked, and blinked again. "What the fuck??" He had materialized in a small, dark, enclosed room. He would be completely blind if not for the glow of his visor. This certainly hadn't been his intended destination. He didn't really care for tight spaces.
He wiggled around, knocking something of with a clank. As he spun round to see what had made the noise, one of his shoulder guns jolted and nearby shelf, causing a can of some description to land on his head, he grabbed the top of his helm and staggered back, right into the door.
The Cyborg sprawled onto the floor in a pile of brooms and various other cleaning equipment. He shook his head in disbelief, a broom cupboard of all places! It dawned upon him that someone was looking down at him. A rather tall someone with white armour.
