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*You get a fun birthday hat. This one is orange, and blue and just as delightfully absurd as the one on Bob’s helm*

“Max!” Jasper looks up from his datapad, “come on in!”The intel drone had just gotten off of work and had been scrolling his blog feed for any tidbit of fascinating news. It helped him distract himself from knowing he skipped out on Travis’ party.“Is everything alright, Max?” Jasper asks, sitting up in his berth, “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“That’s… actually a very good idea…” Jasper muses over the prospects of a communal blog. Maybe then his brother and cohorts wouldn’t have to keep stealing his datapad. “I still have some work to do, Rush. Are you off your shift now?”

“Aw, Primus. I’m terrible at this. I don’t even have nicknames for ya besides the ones ya give yaself.” he thought for a moment. “Nah, I ain’t got nothin’, sorry.”

I’ve had a lotta really nasty injuries in my life. But the worst ones involve explosives and me being NEAR said explosives. There were certainly a number of times I’ve come really close to kicking the bucket myself. Clearly, I’ve lucked out a buncha times. But I dunno.... I suspect one of these days I may find myself actually dead. That day is gonna be an interesting one for sure.

Jasper’s startled by Blitz’s sudden intrusion. He gives him an odd look, for now that he thought of it, they hardly spoke to one another… “N-no, I can’t say I have,” answers Jasper, “… did you try calling him?”