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Kinda smooth? Based on this post. The idea to translate it to Hoof and Fracture came from scarecrowcoffee .
DONâT GRAB BAMBI DEER BABY BY THE HORNS YOU FOOL
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In which we get introduced to Fracture and his children (Airrazor and Divebomb), and Drift and his children (Jetstorm and Slipstream)
âIf youse a cop, then you know to do what I asks of you.â Thunderhoof replied. âAnd everybot knows I ainât supposed to be behind bars. That was a mistake⌠Soon to be rectified when I get my hands on a certain crustaceous snitch.â
>>I donât take orders from felons,<< stated Prowl. >>While you might have had some crooked cops on your pay roll I am not one of them.<<
Sure Prowl was crooked in other ways, he had a horrible mod addiction often assisted by Lockdown, his attitude often caused him to be rough with those he arrested. But he wouldnât work for a mob boss. ever.
Being a part of a mob was low, extorting money for âprotectionâ taking peoples property because they refused to pay for protection against that same gang offering protection. Prowl had never been fond of mobs.
>>Should I add attempted murder to your list?<< asked Prowl.Â
âHa, funny. Listen, officer.â He leans in on the word, letting the mixture of disdain and condescension drip down the word. âEveryone ends up on my payroll eventually. Yâsee, thereâs no such thing as a âgoodâ copâjusâ like the world ainât made of black and white. Occasionally you gotta mix things up a bit to keep the peace. Little grey area here, maybe a bot or two gets.... displaced, and everybody goes home happy, huh?â
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Oh, cute. Sparky's here is still kickin'.
â ÂŤ And here I thought weâd gotten rid of you, Antlers.
Well lucky you, I'm just resilient like that.
Here I thought you autobots would jus' get bored and leave this planet. You seemed pretty eager to go when I had a space bridge, kid.
For a moment, a mix of confusion and frustration cross Thunderhoofâs faceplate. Only a few bots on this rock have his comm frequency and heâs inclined to talk to none of them at the moment. Heâs about to lay into whoever it is when he notices a unique code attached to the frequency. A string of numbers he is quite familiar with and just about anyone who works under the same occupation.
What he fails to notice is the officerâs tone. After all, no enforcer on his payroll takes A Tone with him. Why would they? Itâs against their best interest.
âAt the moment itâs a bit of a long list.â He replies, mood lightening. âSure you can handle it?â He hopes the oily smarm in his voice comes through, but if it doesnât, he can certainly find some busy work for the shmuck.
>>Who do you think I am? your secretary?<< asked Prowl. The Officer was not amused, He had gone through many Vorns of training to get where he was today. Being demoted to a secretary was not his version of a complement.
>>Arenât you supposed to be behind bars anyway?<< asked Prowl. Last he had checked Thunderhoof was incarcerated at a pretty decent prison.
"If youse a cop, then you know to do what I asks of you." Thunderhoof replied. "And everybot knows I ain't supposed to be behind bars. That was a mistake... Soon to be rectified when I get my hands on a certain crustaceous snitch."

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EYOOO! You think this is a fraggin' game?!
OF COURSE.
Well I'm so glad SOMEONE is enjoyin' bein' stuck on this hunk of rock.
...I thought the bots had shoved you into a stasis pod?
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Gosh darn I love Jerseyhoof
Oh, the "good" cop.
I was not aware that I had a doppelganger. Kindly refer her to me after I bring you into custody.
Or maybe you should loosen up so you can be the âfunâ cop, huh?
And what, pray tell, is your definition of âfun?â Threatening civilians? Property damage?
Both are good for starters. Though with you, straight struts, I think we'd have to start out even smaller.
Oh, the "good" cop.
I was not aware that I had a doppelganger. Kindly refer her to me after I bring you into custody.
Or maybe you should loosen up so you can be the "fun" cop, huh?

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Eyoo! I thought it was Fracture's job to keep you out from underhoof! I ain't makin' no apologies if you'd jus' gonna scurry 'round like that!
⢠â For your information Bambi, itâs not Fractureâs job, so stop trying to pin your mistakes onto him. Iâm not stupid. â
The distrust doesnât leave Thunderhoofâs faceplate, but it does relax an fraction as he realizes thereâs no way to negotiate an answer out of the minibot. Not without an angle of some sort, but as of right now he doesnât feel like tracking down Fracture.
âFine. Be that way, short stuff. But youse better remember⌠I know which shoulder on your boss to âaccidentally bumpâ if slag goes south. Capiche?â
⢠â Yeah yeah whatever Bambi. Anâ if you âbumpâ into us youâre going to have to deal with all three of us. â He was acting like he could take Thunderhoof down easy. Great, now he was curious if they could take down mafia deer now. Divebomb crossed his arms and gave a aggravated huff, glaring at the other.
"I'd only count three of youse if you shoulder pads came up to my knees. As it stands..." He smirks, leaning back with his servos on hips, "Yer size makes mechs underestimate you. So long as you don't lose that spunk, you'll be a force to be reckoned wit'." He turns to go, having said his peace. He hadn't expected to walk away having a shred of respect for the ankle biter (because really, they did get underfoot), but he could acknowledge a little guy clawing his way up, too. He snorted at the sentimentality there. "Keep it up, kid."
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Great, this was not something he needed. Of course Thunderhoof was one of the Felons to escape the Alcamore. He had given his own precinct a hard to catch the time. Of course Bumblebee and his team, as they were calling themselves would have a hard catching him.
>>What do you want?<< asked Prowl, his tone conveying that he did not appreciate the ping.
For a moment, a mix of confusion and frustration cross Thunderhoof's faceplate. Only a few bots on this rock have his comm frequency and he's inclined to talk to none of them at the moment. He's about to lay into whoever it is when he notices a unique code attached to the frequency. A string of numbers he is quite familiar with and just about anyone who works under the same occupation.
What he fails to notice is the officer's tone. After all, no enforcer on his payroll takes A Tone with him. Why would they? It's against their best interest.
"At the moment it's a bit of a long list." He replies, mood lightening. "Sure you can handle it?" He hopes the oily smarm in his voice comes through, but if it doesn't, he can certainly find some busy work for the shmuck.