#thefastestbotaround

“Bored outta my fuckin’ helmet.”

Bass crossed his arms over his chest, a deep set scowl on his face.  “Whoever it is,”  He began, not taking his eyes off Quick as he spoke, “I will personally tear them limb from limb and crush their head with my bare hands.”  He raised a fist and tightened it.  

It was terrifying, yet also heartening.  Terrifying that he had no remorse to calmly state his plans for whoever was behind it.  Heartening that he cared that much.

Systems functional? Check. Documents processed? Check.

Subordinate bot data reviewed? Check.

It was just another ordinary day for Magnet, and he let out a sigh as he stretched out his joints and servos. He had half a mind to finally take the rest of the day to relax, only to frown when a familiar red blur rushed past him.

“ Hey, Quick! “ Crash ran up to the red bot, an E-Tank skewered on his right drill and another clutched under his arm.

"Quickman? O-oh! I'm sorry! I guess I didn't exactly make myself easy to find, huh? Ehehehe," Bubble rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment, but then looks to Quick questioningly,"But... What do you need to explain?"

N-no! 

“ Whoa, It’s Christmas already? “ 

Crash, if he was honest with himself, almost forgot about the festivities. It’s not like they celebrated it that much back in the Fortress…

Flash, meanwhile, facepalmed at Crash’s exclamation and got up from tinkering with a bundle of small parts he found somewhere. He his some of the trinkets in his arm compartment though, as if he didn’t want Quick to see them.

The orange robot huffed and sent Flash a look, but decided to not escalate it further.

“ Wha- Quiick! “