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[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??

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Let's just save ourselves that headache and keep it between us Wreckers, yeah?

[He gives a soft wink. What Magnus doesn't know won't hurt him.]

I really don't want to know what Miss Whirl does to her guns, considering how we've been getting along.

[No Cannon Fodder in sight, but she is in the room with Whirl.]

... I like my weapons to not talk to me, and you've made grenades? Got any laying around?

That depends on your definition of "familiar". I know who Airachnid is if that's what you mean.

[Her eyes narrow slightly.]

If you're asking whether I'm a friend of hers, then you don't know spiders very well.

I don't -- how can I trust them? Any of them?

Yes. I think so.

[He seems to tense up a bit at that--only to have it lower back down.]

Can't say I'm familiar. I only know about Insecticons. They're bound by a single mind--live in hives.

[You's about to respond, but Wheeljack's in control of the D-Terminal at the moment. Without another word, he picks it up, walking over to their apartment's bathroom and opening the door.

The screen of the D-terminal is pointed to the bathroom closet where--

yep. Grenades.]

Flash Grenades. Bout all I can do that's actually useful here.

I never told ya to, kid.

I said live with em.

Ya don't have to trust a missile in order to sleep in the same buildin' as it.

... But I have to be content.

How can I be content in a place I can't trust anyone.

....I'd rather off myself then live like that.

[She wrinkles her nose though remains tense.]

Spider's tolerate one another. I don't go after her prey, she doesn't go after mine. And I'm not to get on her bad side after what I've heard from the Prime.

Flash Grenades.

[Whirl sounds so disappointed at hearing that, and he looked so damned cheerful at seeing actual honest to goodness weapons.

And for a moment he's peering at the screen, considering that last part Wheeljack said and then finally he speaks.]

Gimme some time, maybe I can sniff out something better to work with than what you've found. Might not be enriched nucleon that I find but it's gotta be better than nothing.

[KAGEROU YOU'RE ASKING WAY TOO DEEP OF QUESTIONS FOR THIS GUY.]

Then you're just gonna have to do it. You're gonna have to take that risk.

Why?

Why do I have to?

That's just it, buddy.

Ya can make em blow up all of Sandokhan if you want, but it won't lay a scratch on the creatures here.

[It's embarrassing that flash grenades are all he has to show for it.]

Most ya can do is...backup.

At least ya got your standards.

[But his face turns serious at that.]

...

Wait, ya talked to Prime?

Yeah, got a problem with that.

Because ya asked me how to be content. That's your answer.

If ya don't take risks, ya don't go anywhere, kid. You stand still, and you rust.

Backup is better than doing nothing.

[It'll be more embarrassing for Whirl if he can't actually join in the fights, he might go crazy... crazier.]

Not sure if I should be concerned or not.

Don't worry, not gonna go off on a vendetta. Just wanna know where we stand, if we're speakin' bluntly.

Rusts...

Human beings can rust?

Then flash grenades are the closest ya get, sparky.

[He knows the feeling, Whirl.]

But...they do take to punches pretty well.

...it's a figure of speech.

You know what I mean.

... Oh.

Right.

[Not really.]

Fine, if you want the blunt version. Here it is.

I'm a Predacon and I was working with the Maximals before ending up in this slag heap. I've already talked with Prime and his little band of merry bots has nothing to worry about from me.

I've even agreed to work with him more or less. But, go against Airachnid and I'm out. I don't need another slag eating psychopath going after me and attempting to offline this widow.

If I wanted that, I would have stayed home.

Frag it.

[And he's going to look at a hand, flexing his fingers and grinning.]

I can do punches, a lot easier now too.

[There's a sigh, scrubbing his hand down his face.]

Look, kid. I get it. I was a loner too. Ya think ya don't need anyone, cause it'll hurt less if they don't need ya back.

It's...not that easy.

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