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dvana and hecate_19, this is probably your fault. Blatant copypaste with judicious editing somewhere down the line of this fic, I admit it now ^_^;;
Title: A Classic Blunder
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Crack.
“Well, they’ve not been listening to me for the last hour or so.”
A black and white, doorwinged mech folded his arms across his torso and glanced at the seeker beside him. The flier cycled air in resignation. “Same here. Only I don’t think they were listening to me in the first place. This was a stupid location to have a battle, and whatever energy we could have stolen has been completely offset by the amount we’ve used so far.”
They stood on their little hill in companionable silence for a while, watching the fighting below them. The jet broke the quiet first. “So, what’s closest? Number 27?”
Prowl drew out a datapad, scrolling through its contents. “Looks like it. It should be right around… here.” He listed a set of coordinates.
“Be right back.”
“Take your time, Starscream. I don’t think they’re going anywhere soon.” He gestured to the warring armies, and the flier smirked.
“Hah, got that right.”
The Decepticon took off, and Prowl settled on the ground wearily, setting his weapons aside. Not too much later, the jet was touching down again, pulling cube after cube of shimmering energon from subspace.
“Did you remember the inventory list?”
“Yeah. Here.” A datapad was handed to the Autobot, and the tactician scanned the file briefly. “We have thirty cubes of high grade. Twenty one are of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker’s manufacture.”
“Where’d they hide this batch?”
“One of the storage closets in a lesser used corridor. They often have to clean it for punishment duty.”
“Don’t they normally make more per batch?”
“The rest of the closets around that zone yielded more cubes, but our caches are limited in size. I had to split the lot up.”
“Ah. I know we have some of Mixmaster’s stuff. Swiped it myself.”
“The remaining cubes were placed by you, yes.”
“Then what are we waiting for? The cubes aren’t going to drink themselves.” Starscream picked up a cube, toasting Prowl with it, smirking. “Bottoms up.”
The Datsun snorted, but lifted a cube of his own. “Bottoms up.”
= = =
“Frag, this is depressing.” The two mechs were still sitting on their hill, backs to the fighting, surrounded by the emptied remains of most of the cubes of high grade.
“Indeed.”
“All that high grade, and I’m nowhere near cratered.”
“We do end up doing this a lot. Perhaps we’ve become accustomed to high grade, so much so that the amount we’ve consumed so far is unable to have an effect on us.”
The seeker groaned, flopping onto his back with a petulant expression. “It’s official. Primus hates me. Megatron’s an aft who couldn’t plan his way out of a paper bag, the rest of the fragging ‘Cons are too inane to have any real conversation with, we have to troop out every time the grand glorious bucket head gets a bee in his bonnet over something, and I can’t even get fragging drunk anymore!”
The last was said in sort of indignant howl, and Prowl patted the seeker on the wing in sympathy. “You forget the giant purple griffin thing.”
“And there was the stupid giant purple griffin thing.”
“With tentacles.”
“With tentacles. It was not my idea, and neither were the tentacles. ”
“I have to deal the Twins, Wheeljack and his experiments, Perceptor and his experiments, Optimus’s penchant for almost getting killed in new and creative ways each fortnight, and Red Alert.”
“At least you’re getting laid regularly.”
“Not recently.”
“Eh? But you and…”
“Jazz wants a sparkling.”
“… Doesn’t that mean you two’d be getting it on even more often?”
“He didn’t take my pointing out how illogical it would be to have a sparkling in the middle of a war very well.” The tactician sighed, and the flier winced.
“Ouch. Cold shoulder, colder berth?”
“Quite.” Both mechs fell silent again, contemplating their lots in life. Prowl noticed his companion’s odd expression, and hesitantly nudged the other mech.
“Starscream?”
The flier didn’t meet his optics. “Can I be the sparkling’s godparent?” The Datsun just stared at him.
“Are you sure you aren’t overcharged?” Starscream snapped at Prowl’s concerned look. “I’m not. I know what an overcharge feels like, and trust me, I’m not overcharged enough to go back there and deal with them just yet.”
“Ah.” The flier shrugged irritably, before changing the subject. “What are they doing, anyway?”
The chevroned mech twisted around to look at the two armies. “Still fighting. I believe Soundwave and Blaster are trying to one up each other with embarrassing stories about their cassettes, the cassettes are trying to see who can dig the fastest tunnel to the other side of the world, all our flight capables are contesting your seekers in sky dancing, Bruticus and Defensor are… thumb wrestling, Megatron and Optimus are flat out wrestling, and Omega Supreme and the Dinobots are playing touch football with Menasor and Devastator.”
“Touch football? Six against two?”
“Menasor cheats. He doesn’t stop when tagged.”
“… Right.”
More silence between them, before Prowl finally spoke. “Once we have a sparkling, I’ll let you know. Jazz has to give his okay for you to be godparent first though.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“You should have said it was dangerous, not illogical.”
“I did. Somehow, the impetus behind my every action and decision gets sorted into ‘thought it was not logical’, or ‘thought it was logical’ by everyone else. While admittedly true, it's not the only method of reasoning I use.”
“Then what do you call your drinking sessions with the Decepticon SIC?”
“I call it my down time. What they’ll call it, well, they haven’t found out yet, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Suppose that’s true. Hm. We have two cubes left.” The seeker pushed aside a small pile of empty cubes to reveal the previously hidden objects.
“What are they?”
“I don’t know. Not Mixmaster’s, probably. We finished the green cubes early on. And the blue cubes.”
“But the inventory lists nine of his cubes, and there were only four each of the blue and green.”
“I think… One of his batches coming out looking like regular high grade, only a lot more potent. Strong enough to knock out Megatron after just one cube. I know I got hold of one of that batch. Since we’re both still upright, one of these must be that cube.”
“And the other is just regular high grade.”
“Right. … Slag. Which one holds the good stuff?”
“We could mix them both and get equal portions.”
“Frag that. I stole it, I wanna get cratered and I don’t wanna share. … What are you doing?”
Prowl had drawn a small device out of subspace, and was scanning both cubes with it. “It’s a portable chemical analyser. I know what’s in the Twins’ high grade.”
“Ah. So, spill. Which one’s which?”
The tactician smirked, then reached out and switched the position of the cubes. “Guess.”
Starscream’s optics narrowed. “Ooh, you’re evil. Why are you an Autobot again?”
“Megatron’s afraid I’ll take over.”
“Of course.” The jet snarked, and Prowl smirked again.
“The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out which cube gets its drinker to overcharge.”
Starscream crossed his arms and replied to Prowl's challenge haughtily. “But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. A clever mech would put the desired cube before his opponent, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
“You've made your decision then?”
“Not remotely. Because one of the cubes is made by the twins, and as everyone knows, the twins are criminally minded, and used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you.”
Prowl chuckled, observing dryly. “Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.” Starscream smirked back. “Wait ‘til I get going! Now, where was I?”
“The twins.”
“Yes, the twins. And you must have suspected I would have known about their reputation, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
“You're just stalling now.” Murmured the Datsun in a bored tone, and the jet huffed.
“You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've outpaced Menasor, which means you're exceptionally fast, so you could've put Mixmaster’s cube before me, trusting on your reflexes to grab it before I do, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you. But, you've also bested Shockwave, which means you must have studied a great deal on tactics, yes, redundant I know, hush I’m on a roll, and in studying tactics you must have observed that mechs are greedy little things, so you would have put the cube as far from me as possible, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
Prowl was staring at him now. “… You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.”
Starscream leapt up in triumph. “It has worked! You’ve given everything away! I know where Mixmaster’s cube is!”
“Then. Make. Your. Choice.” Intoned the tactician with a longsuffering sigh.
“I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?”
Obligingly, Prowl glanced away from the cubes to where the jet had pointed. “What? Where? I don't see anything.”
Starscream faltered convincingly, lowering himself back to the ground. “Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. First, let's drink. Me from my cube, and you from yours.”
The flier lifted a cube, and Prowl snickered. “You guessed wrong.”
“You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched cubes when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a gang war in Polyhex, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a seeker when an overcharge is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...”
Starscream dropped, knocked unconscious by a judicious piledriver to the helm, courtesy of a very bewildered Sideswipe. Prowl glanced up at the rest of the Autobots and Decepticons, all staring at him and the unconscious seeker, and their pile of empty energon cubes, the residual fumes of which were really quite overwhelming, and the lack of… overcharged-ness Prowl (and Starscream as well, before he’d been knocked out) was displaying.
Rising up, he dusted himself off and flicked his doorwings briefly to stretch them out. “Are you lot done then? Very well.”
= = =
Later at the Ark, Jazz (after his curiosity had won out over his determination to ignore his lover) finished laughing at Prowl’s recount of events, glanced at the cubes and asked. “So… Which one’s Mixmaster’s brew?”
The chevroned mech shrugged, smiling faintly. “I wouldn’t know. My ‘scanner’ was a mere prop. I’ll keep the cubes though. Starscream and I can share them once he realises I’m not going to let him hog the good stuff.”
Jazz broke out into laughter again.
dvana and hecate_19, this is probably your fault. Blatant copypaste with judicious editing somewhere down the line of this fic, I admit it now ^_^;;Title: A Classic Blunder
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Crack.
“Well, they’ve not been listening to me for the last hour or so.”
A black and white, doorwinged mech folded his arms across his torso and glanced at the seeker beside him. The flier cycled air in resignation. “Same here. Only I don’t think they were listening to me in the first place. This was a stupid location to have a battle, and whatever energy we could have stolen has been completely offset by the amount we’ve used so far.”
They stood on their little hill in companionable silence for a while, watching the fighting below them. The jet broke the quiet first. “So, what’s closest? Number 27?”
Prowl drew out a datapad, scrolling through its contents. “Looks like it. It should be right around… here.” He listed a set of coordinates.
“Be right back.”
“Take your time, Starscream. I don’t think they’re going anywhere soon.” He gestured to the warring armies, and the flier smirked.
“Hah, got that right.”
The Decepticon took off, and Prowl settled on the ground wearily, setting his weapons aside. Not too much later, the jet was touching down again, pulling cube after cube of shimmering energon from subspace.
“Did you remember the inventory list?”
“Yeah. Here.” A datapad was handed to the Autobot, and the tactician scanned the file briefly. “We have thirty cubes of high grade. Twenty one are of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker’s manufacture.”
“Where’d they hide this batch?”
“One of the storage closets in a lesser used corridor. They often have to clean it for punishment duty.”
“Don’t they normally make more per batch?”
“The rest of the closets around that zone yielded more cubes, but our caches are limited in size. I had to split the lot up.”
“Ah. I know we have some of Mixmaster’s stuff. Swiped it myself.”
“The remaining cubes were placed by you, yes.”
“Then what are we waiting for? The cubes aren’t going to drink themselves.” Starscream picked up a cube, toasting Prowl with it, smirking. “Bottoms up.”
The Datsun snorted, but lifted a cube of his own. “Bottoms up.”
= = =
“Frag, this is depressing.” The two mechs were still sitting on their hill, backs to the fighting, surrounded by the emptied remains of most of the cubes of high grade.
“Indeed.”
“All that high grade, and I’m nowhere near cratered.”
“We do end up doing this a lot. Perhaps we’ve become accustomed to high grade, so much so that the amount we’ve consumed so far is unable to have an effect on us.”
The seeker groaned, flopping onto his back with a petulant expression. “It’s official. Primus hates me. Megatron’s an aft who couldn’t plan his way out of a paper bag, the rest of the fragging ‘Cons are too inane to have any real conversation with, we have to troop out every time the grand glorious bucket head gets a bee in his bonnet over something, and I can’t even get fragging drunk anymore!”
The last was said in sort of indignant howl, and Prowl patted the seeker on the wing in sympathy. “You forget the giant purple griffin thing.”
“And there was the stupid giant purple griffin thing.”
“With tentacles.”
“With tentacles. It was not my idea, and neither were the tentacles. ”
“I have to deal the Twins, Wheeljack and his experiments, Perceptor and his experiments, Optimus’s penchant for almost getting killed in new and creative ways each fortnight, and Red Alert.”
“At least you’re getting laid regularly.”
“Not recently.”
“Eh? But you and…”
“Jazz wants a sparkling.”
“… Doesn’t that mean you two’d be getting it on even more often?”
“He didn’t take my pointing out how illogical it would be to have a sparkling in the middle of a war very well.” The tactician sighed, and the flier winced.
“Ouch. Cold shoulder, colder berth?”
“Quite.” Both mechs fell silent again, contemplating their lots in life. Prowl noticed his companion’s odd expression, and hesitantly nudged the other mech.
“Starscream?”
The flier didn’t meet his optics. “Can I be the sparkling’s godparent?” The Datsun just stared at him.
“Are you sure you aren’t overcharged?” Starscream snapped at Prowl’s concerned look. “I’m not. I know what an overcharge feels like, and trust me, I’m not overcharged enough to go back there and deal with them just yet.”
“Ah.” The flier shrugged irritably, before changing the subject. “What are they doing, anyway?”
The chevroned mech twisted around to look at the two armies. “Still fighting. I believe Soundwave and Blaster are trying to one up each other with embarrassing stories about their cassettes, the cassettes are trying to see who can dig the fastest tunnel to the other side of the world, all our flight capables are contesting your seekers in sky dancing, Bruticus and Defensor are… thumb wrestling, Megatron and Optimus are flat out wrestling, and Omega Supreme and the Dinobots are playing touch football with Menasor and Devastator.”
“Touch football? Six against two?”
“Menasor cheats. He doesn’t stop when tagged.”
“… Right.”
More silence between them, before Prowl finally spoke. “Once we have a sparkling, I’ll let you know. Jazz has to give his okay for you to be godparent first though.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“You should have said it was dangerous, not illogical.”
“I did. Somehow, the impetus behind my every action and decision gets sorted into ‘thought it was not logical’, or ‘thought it was logical’ by everyone else. While admittedly true, it's not the only method of reasoning I use.”
“Then what do you call your drinking sessions with the Decepticon SIC?”
“I call it my down time. What they’ll call it, well, they haven’t found out yet, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Suppose that’s true. Hm. We have two cubes left.” The seeker pushed aside a small pile of empty cubes to reveal the previously hidden objects.
“What are they?”
“I don’t know. Not Mixmaster’s, probably. We finished the green cubes early on. And the blue cubes.”
“But the inventory lists nine of his cubes, and there were only four each of the blue and green.”
“I think… One of his batches coming out looking like regular high grade, only a lot more potent. Strong enough to knock out Megatron after just one cube. I know I got hold of one of that batch. Since we’re both still upright, one of these must be that cube.”
“And the other is just regular high grade.”
“Right. … Slag. Which one holds the good stuff?”
“We could mix them both and get equal portions.”
“Frag that. I stole it, I wanna get cratered and I don’t wanna share. … What are you doing?”
Prowl had drawn a small device out of subspace, and was scanning both cubes with it. “It’s a portable chemical analyser. I know what’s in the Twins’ high grade.”
“Ah. So, spill. Which one’s which?”
The tactician smirked, then reached out and switched the position of the cubes. “Guess.”
Starscream’s optics narrowed. “Ooh, you’re evil. Why are you an Autobot again?”
“Megatron’s afraid I’ll take over.”
“Of course.” The jet snarked, and Prowl smirked again.
“The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out which cube gets its drinker to overcharge.”
Starscream crossed his arms and replied to Prowl's challenge haughtily. “But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. A clever mech would put the desired cube before his opponent, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
“You've made your decision then?”
“Not remotely. Because one of the cubes is made by the twins, and as everyone knows, the twins are criminally minded, and used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you.”
Prowl chuckled, observing dryly. “Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.” Starscream smirked back. “Wait ‘til I get going! Now, where was I?”
“The twins.”
“Yes, the twins. And you must have suspected I would have known about their reputation, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
“You're just stalling now.” Murmured the Datsun in a bored tone, and the jet huffed.
“You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've outpaced Menasor, which means you're exceptionally fast, so you could've put Mixmaster’s cube before me, trusting on your reflexes to grab it before I do, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of you. But, you've also bested Shockwave, which means you must have studied a great deal on tactics, yes, redundant I know, hush I’m on a roll, and in studying tactics you must have observed that mechs are greedy little things, so you would have put the cube as far from me as possible, so I can clearly not choose the cube in front of me.”
Prowl was staring at him now. “… You're trying to trick me into giving away something. It won't work.”
Starscream leapt up in triumph. “It has worked! You’ve given everything away! I know where Mixmaster’s cube is!”
“Then. Make. Your. Choice.” Intoned the tactician with a longsuffering sigh.
“I will, and I choose - What in the world can that be?”
Obligingly, Prowl glanced away from the cubes to where the jet had pointed. “What? Where? I don't see anything.”
Starscream faltered convincingly, lowering himself back to the ground. “Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. First, let's drink. Me from my cube, and you from yours.”
The flier lifted a cube, and Prowl snickered. “You guessed wrong.”
“You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched cubes when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a gang war in Polyhex, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a seeker when an overcharge is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...”
Starscream dropped, knocked unconscious by a judicious piledriver to the helm, courtesy of a very bewildered Sideswipe. Prowl glanced up at the rest of the Autobots and Decepticons, all staring at him and the unconscious seeker, and their pile of empty energon cubes, the residual fumes of which were really quite overwhelming, and the lack of… overcharged-ness Prowl (and Starscream as well, before he’d been knocked out) was displaying.
Rising up, he dusted himself off and flicked his doorwings briefly to stretch them out. “Are you lot done then? Very well.”
= = =
Later at the Ark, Jazz (after his curiosity had won out over his determination to ignore his lover) finished laughing at Prowl’s recount of events, glanced at the cubes and asked. “So… Which one’s Mixmaster’s brew?”
The chevroned mech shrugged, smiling faintly. “I wouldn’t know. My ‘scanner’ was a mere prop. I’ll keep the cubes though. Starscream and I can share them once he realises I’m not going to let him hog the good stuff.”
Jazz broke out into laughter again.
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Date: 2009-03-18 04:36 pm (UTC)Great take off! Love this!
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 04:47 pm (UTC)Great movie. Great ending.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-18 05:09 pm (UTC)Somehow, I can really and truly see the SICs getting fed up with their respective armies and wander off for drinks. And Princess Bride refs FTW ♥
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 05:17 pm (UTC)I ♥ your crack. And though I've always been cool with Starscream, this is the first fic I've read where I truly like him. And Prowl's "oh, you're done?" line was bril. XD
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 05:20 pm (UTC)Here, have the internets!
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 05:26 pm (UTC)“Menasor cheats.
Somehow, this does not surprise me.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 05:38 pm (UTC)I loooove Prowl and Starscream interacting together. They're totally my guilty pleasure.
And more Princess Bride! I will never be able to watch this movie the same way again.
I always get weirdly excited when someone remembers to mention picking godparents in stories. I guess I have tochalk it up to being a godparent myself.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-03-18 05:51 pm (UTC)Truly, you have a dizzying intellect to be able to adapt the Princess Bride so well! And the SIC's saying "bah" to the war and trying to get overcharged while they're fighting is just silly. Perfect silliness. :D
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 06:59 pm (UTC)My cheeks hurt.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 06:59 pm (UTC)Thats awesome! XDDDD I love reading your crack stories!!!!!
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 07:12 pm (UTC)*snrk, thumb wrestling...*
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Date: 2009-03-18 08:23 pm (UTC)*puts on English teacher hat* That should read for the last hour. You use for with a period of time like this sentence. Since is used when you give a starting point (Since Tuesday, since 12 o'clock etc.) *removes teacher hat*
*looks sheepish* I've been teaching this in my classes for the last two weeks.
Anyway, onto the fic!
PRINCESS BRIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *flying tackle-glomps you* So, have you watched it yet? Or, did you just track down the script? I was snickering through this whole thing. Loved it! ^____^
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:13 am (UTC)Nope, still haven't watched it ^_^;; IMDB is my friend...
Glad you liked it :3
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Date: 2009-03-18 08:32 pm (UTC)*Feeds bunnies*
I also wanna see more of the cassetticons reactions to his fight. Poor things, sometimes following your creator into battle can be a little embarrassing. Creators know and remember everything.
Oh, and Prowl and Starscreams part was great too, but I read bout Soundwave and Blaster and I couldn't get the mental images out of my mind.
Soundwave: Query: Casseticon stuck in organic flyers nest?
Blaster: Whoa, who...? Well, there was this one time Eject accidentally crashed into the womens bath and started asking some questions and I had to rescue him from a raging mob.
Soundwave: Fact: Rescue Ratbat after query Megatron whats interface in Decepticon command center
Blaster:Well, I....
Cassetticons: When will this end?
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-18 09:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-19 04:16 am (UTC)Glad you like this tho'
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Date: 2009-03-18 09:50 pm (UTC)But... *snrk* Screamer wants to be the godfather? XDD ...not-so-sneaky Jazz wanting sparklings, kekeke.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:19 am (UTC)*snickers* Yeah, methinks both of 'em have gotten a little broody while on Earth...
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Date: 2009-03-18 10:33 pm (UTC)XD Princess Bride attacks again!!!
Love this one! i dunno why but the idea of `Screamer and Prowl as friends even if they fight each other factions has been one of my fave things in the fandom. Have you ever read Vacations Aren`t Evil (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3873330/1/Vacations_Arent_Evil) by Crimson Starlight? Fics like that one and this wonderful cracktastic thing you wrote today made my world a happy place. *hugs Ante Luce* Thank you!
*Hoping like mad for some kind of sequel*
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:21 am (UTC)Glad you like this :3
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Date: 2009-03-18 11:09 pm (UTC)Wonderful story, thank you. I've had a pretty tough day and it was so nice to just smile at something cute and fun.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:22 am (UTC)Glad I could help *hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-18 11:24 pm (UTC)But I still think it would've been better if Sideswipe had knocked out Starscream with a giant halibut.
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:23 am (UTC)Glad you like :3
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:25 am (UTC)I THINK YOU JUST WON EVERYTHING
Date: 2009-03-19 06:09 am (UTC)YAY EVERYTHING!
Date: 2009-03-19 05:19 pm (UTC)