#ic response

" boss, try not to put too much effort in your facial expression, it might rupture your nose job. remember your stone cold bitch exercises, sir--"

" aH OUGHTA WHOOP YOU, REWIND. WHO GAVE YOUR SHORT SELF ANY PERMISSION at ALL ta even THANK ( think ) THAT YOU WERE ALLOWED ta SPEAK on *MAH** SHOW . . . GETTIN' ME IN A BIG OL' CONNIPTION FIT ON CAMERA, OO-- aH OUGHTA-- . . ah'm FIT to BE TIED . "

the news anchor STEAMED, music note audials sharpened up high, his tune significantly turned off - key.

his minicons tried to add in the bleeps when he stomped off & spiraled into a series of scathed curses, any chance of smooth talking redemption flung straight out a 700 story window, but the soundeffects were always too delayed to completely cover up the cussing.

blaster ran back up to his fancy glass desk that doubled as a piano set for whenever he got bored, which was Very often ( playing Mozart while traumatized people recount horrific events for the news ), & tried to tip the beautiful thing crashing onto its back, too enraged & unable to take it out on his cassettes no matter how mad their moronic acts make him.

" boss, it's-- it's like superglued to the- set . "

" aN' *WhO* was the IDIOT who ORDERED THaT?? "

. . the minicons casted looks of caution before the television in the corner replayed a Phineas & Ferb esque flashback of blaster laying draw me like one of your French femmes style across his desk while the minicons carried it onto the stage & bolted it in.

" this is my humble abode, my mind palace. ah don't want it to budge, or ah'll break you, alright? this is my new sparkling. ah'm callin' it - uh- .. . . To Be Determined . can you like- make the glue 'glue' faster??? like- just ask it or somethang . tell it ah told it to. that should fix it . "

' To Be Determined ' is doomed to the stage, whether blaster wanted it or not. But it was for the better.

He'd offer a minicon as sacrifice to save his desk from getting a scratch .

okay, he was just being dramatic .