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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 Guys, Arcee's gone.

Yeah, before you asked--checked her apartment. Unlocked and missin'. 

[You can almost sense the tension his voice is giving off here. There's footsteps heard, as if he's walking away from the door right this moment.]

Went to go talk to her like you guys said and...needless to say we've got an Autobot MIA. Not pickin' up either.

[Five guesses who feels responsible. Not that he's going to sit and mope anymore.]

What's the plan, cause we better have one. If we don't, we're doin' things my way.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Whirl you better get healthy again soon so Wheeljack can pound you.]

I'm lookin' for my girlfriend.


Obviously I know where you are.

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[oneeyedterror]

[Whirl is never healthy.]

Yeah, the psychopathic freak of nature.

Hope she's dead, make things better 'round here.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Only psychopath we got around here is you.

[There couldn't have been more poison in that sentence if he tried.]

Tell Jetstream I'm sorry, for puttin' up with your sorry aft.

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[oneeyedterror]

Says the guy chasing after something that hates him.

[Whirl has heard much much worse, Wheeljack. It rolls off his back now.]

You can tell her yourself, cause she's gonna help your useless aft out in this pointless slag.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

We fought. I...

[Well, he hopes she doesn't hate him.]

It was my fault.

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[oneeyedterror]

I don't care.

[No really, he doesn't care about your stupid lady issues.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wasn't expectin' ya to. Just statin' facts so ya can't come back with excuses when I beat the scrap outta ya.

Have fun with whatever you're dealin' with. Cause don't expect me to pop up.


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