A few lines of dialogue from a fic of mine that I haven't worked on properly in months.
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Megatronus Prime: “What are you doing with Solus’s tools?”
Thirteen, standing there innocently with one of Solus's spare hammers: "..."
Megatronus Prime: “Where is my beloved?”
Thirteen who literally cannot speak because he a ball of energy with legs: "???"
Megatronus Prime, totally not understanding and paranoid as all get out: “Answer me dutiless Prime. I will not tolerate any further tests of my limited patience.”
Thirteen, who once again, CANNOT SPEAK: "!?!"
Megatronus Prime who has opted to threaten in light of a lack of information: “We may be kin, but I am not afraid to blast your helm clean off your shoulders if you fail to tell me where Solus is. Do you understand?”
Thirteen: "..."
Thirteen: *Hits Megatronus's jaw with the hammer so hard he frickin breaks it*
