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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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Hey, I should try that.

[The beer cereal that is.]

[Wheeljack figures that's what you're referring to, giving a slight shrug as he chews.]

Not bad. Not as good as a burger, but it works.

Huh, not so about it now. [He saw Arcee's response.]

...Just don't do it while trainin'.

[You pipes up, obviously in agreement with her.]

It wasn't even training!!

...I'll keep that in mind.

[Ryudamon pops in with his own two cents on the matter.]

That indeed was not training. You should not use You like that. You need to learn to work together

[Oh boy, just what he wanted, a lecture.

Look at him roll his eyes.]

We do breakfast first.

[He holds up his bowl a little higher for emphasis.]

Right, breakfast is good. But what about breakfast for You?

[Bulk's just kind of staring at his Digimon, before giving a sigh.]

One thing at a time, Ryudamon.

You needs to eat too.

She will.

Relax, buddy. She'll eat when she's ready.

[Or not, he won't stop her.]

Don't worry about me, eating's practically in my name!

[Seriously, it is.]

I'll make up for lost time, I swear.

See? No need ta worry.

[He reaches to pat his digimon partner.

Thought that was in Wheeljack's name.]

...alright, fine.

So. How you adjustin' here, Bulk?

[Small talk! He sucks at it.]

Doin' better than I was when I got here. Still kinda gettin' used ta roomin' with humans I barely know.

I ignore mine. At least until they come to me.

[Why isn't he surprised?]

Yeah, I mostly ignore them too, but sometimes I do feel like...meetin' them. They don't seem that bad. The kid doesn't anyway. Somethin' don't feel right about the older one.

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[You know him too well, Bulk.]

Got a kid myself. Don't think we've ever spoken, though. As long as I get access to the kitchen, I'm fine with not speakin'.

Makes things easier.

Yeah...don't trust them, but more allies could be good in this place. Not that he'll trust them easily until he gets to know them better.]

Aside from roommates, still kinda missin' bein' a bot, and my weaponry. [But mostly the not having eat so often, or sleep so often.]

The moment I get a window of opportunity to get out of here, I'm takin' it. I miss my blades. My grenades, too.

My ship.