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[Gear up kids, it's time for training!

Or rather, what Wheeljack defines as training. The feed opens up to show the apartment he's living in, and while everything seems peaceful and tranquil at first, until a lavender blur dashes past. It looks like Wheeljack's Gazimon, dashing around with a little feather duster. She's...cleaning? Interesting choice of hobby.

But the video seems to pan out slightly, probably from the duster, showing Wheeljack leaning against the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand. And a can of beer in the other.

Nice combination.]

Wheeljack, this isn't training!

Sure it is. Heard about it once.

Wax on, wax off.

[He even did the little hand motion.

You rolled her eyes, deciding that some 'training' was better than none, and continued. Wheeljack, on the other hand, had taken a glance at his cereal (which was dry, what a smartie), and his beer can. Slowly, the beer-hand lifted up as he poured it into the bowl, substituting the milk.

Convenience.]

Just like that.

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Ah, good old beer cereal. When you can't be bothered to eat a bowl of Lucky Charms and drink beer with two hands. Reminds me of college. [Lot of good that college education does.]

[After chewing his latest bite, Wheeljack looks over to the feed to see Grif. Ah, yes, he likes you.]

Gotta say, you humans know what you're doin' when it comes to refuelin'. Beer's one of the better things you've come up with.

[Thank you, Sam.]

['Sup buddy how you been?]

Yeah, one of the few inventions that's actually worth a damn. Another one is cream-filled snack cakes.

[PRETTY GOOD FOR BEING 1/10TH HIS BODY SIZE, YOU?]

Can't say I've had those, buddy, but if it's anythin' like ice cream, I'm in.

[Sounds awesome. He's been busy not being in the military, so he has a lot of napping to catch up on.]

Dude ice cream doesn't even compare, snack cakes don't even need to be frozen. You never have to get up and go to the fridge.

...Huh.

Wonder if they have that around here.

HELLO? MY TRAINING!?

Oh they have them. [Says the one who bought out the day's supply at the store. He spends their food budget so well.]

Hey keep waxing the car. Or scrub the floor. Whichever one you're doing.

[Before you know it, You is climbing onto Wheeljack's shoulder, peeking into the feed with glaring eyes.]

I'll scrub the floor with you-

Easy there, sparky.

She's a bit tempermental.

Seems like a class act to me. [Maybe because every woman, except his sister, he meets is a psychobitch.]

Maybe she and Kissass should hang out. All he ever wants to do is train and want me to run drills. [Which he doesn't. Obviously.]

Don't worry, I got it under control.

[Most of the time.]

Kissass is probably smarter than YOU are. Maybe you're the one that needs the training.

I'll pass. If years in the military didn't have me giving a crap, don't think play time with cereal mascots is going to do shit. [Hey he's honest.]

No kiddin'. Military too?

[HE SMELLS BONDING MOMEN-no not really.]

What area?

[You's just going to continue glaring. If she could get your helmet off, she'd tear your hair out.]

[Bonding's for, like, really stupid shit.]

The 'stand around in a canyon and do jack shit while sometimes taking potshots at the other guys or help them' area. [Y'know. Fake military stuff that's meant to sound important.]

[Yeah, seriously. Or sleepovers.]

Can't say I'm jealous. Was more of the Black Ops type, myself.

[See: the real fake military stuff.]

[~~They could braid eachother's hair and talk about all the boys.~~ Yeah, who needs it? Am I right?]

Fuck, don't tell me you were a Freelancer. [Because, seriously, fuck those guys.]

[~~Suzy kissed Johnny but I like Johnny~~ Preach it brother.]

Freelancer? Nah, in a group called the Wreckers. Basically take the jobs no one else wants. The death missions.

Huh. Sounds like the jobs I usually got stuck with. [Except Sarge was more the cause of those death missions.]

[Sarge is a walking hazard, you get props on that alone.]

Yeah? So you've dabbled in gettin' your hands dirty. Work outside protocol.

[He can complain about his boss all day.]

Wow try to make our operation sound legit. No, I literally got the jobs no one else wanted. That or I got dragged on stupid suicidal missions. Or I'd just get shot at.

[Oh. He gets it now. You're the 'stay here and guard this rock' soldier.]

Did ya shoot back?

[Hey 'stand here and guard the rock' is a step up from his current place in the world. At least then he can be as lazy as he wants.]

I must've forgotten that part while I was doubled over in pain. Even if I did, that would have made him shoot at me more.

Sounds like a good time to me.

[Then again Wheeljack finds battle scars to be the best part of the job.]

So I guess training just ain't happenin' with Kissass there.

Hm. Maybe you should take up a job where I'm from. [You're guaranteed to be shot by Caboose at least once.]

Seems like he's doing a good job training by himself. Like I'm watching a samurai movie, all that meditating and sword training shit.

Think I'll pass. Don't really think I'd fit in your bunkers.

[With you being soft and squishy.]

You know, if you don't like people shooting at you, you're going to get a lot of that if there's an invasion or something. Not all Digimon are nice and fluffytimes, you know!

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