themainframe | 003 | [Video] Backdated to before Mario Kart

[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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Wasn't my idea. She's the one who wanted to skip breakfast.

[You scampers up Wheeljack's shoulder, getting a good look into the feed.]

I'm gonna show you!

She should still eat...

Yeah yeah sure, right after you sweep up the rugs, right?

She'll eat when she wants, I ain't gonna force her.

[He looks over at her, tilting his head towards the counter. You eating?]

YOU--!! I'm gonna...OH when I get my claws on you I'm-

[And Wheeljack scoops her up. Food time for you.]

[He just nods his head. He trusts Wheeljack's judgement ~~not particularly a smart thing.~~

Meanwhile Impmon is getting a front row seat to the show.]

Haha, you gonna put her in a high chair?!

[With one swoop, he slings her up onto his shoulder, where she holds on like a baby koala. Given her face at the cereal, Wheeljack fumbles around, finding an apple and tossing it to her.

With a phwiiip! sound, she snatches it in her claws, practically inhaling i, but pauses a minute to look over at Impmon.]

This is what I'm going to do to you.

[That's just adorable, You. You should totally try that in the circus.]

Is Blondie there gonna need to give you a boost?

...

Wheeljack, let me at him.

This is the guy you said is 'dreamy'?

[Awkward pause.]

NO!!

...Blondie say what?

[No really, this is news to him.]

What, ya didn't know?

[But before he can repeat himself, You puts her claws over his face, smushing it around.]

NOT ANOTHER WORD!

You serious?

[Impmon just stares...and stares...before bursting out into laughter.]

Bahahah WOW. You almost had me there. What a story.

I believe you two compliment each other well.

Heather don't even.

He's lying! Don't even listen to him! I mean, he eats Beer Cereal!

[Okay, there's only so much face smushing Wheeljack can take before grabbing her and flinging her off.]

OFF, ya ankle biter!!

[Lie or not, Impmon's totally gonna take advantage of this.]

Oh yeah? How come you don't send me flowers? Is it one of those *forbidden* things?

[You can be heard off screen, trying to bury herself into the couch.]

WHEELJACK!! Tell him to stop!!

Hey, you can tell him.

Yeah, You, tell me to stop it.

[Leatherhead just snorts.]

That is not how to treat a friend.

Pfff, come on Heather, we're just having fun.

When I get my hands on you, you'll TOTALLY be sorry!

[Wheeljack smirks, going back to finishing his cereal.]

Whattya know, maybe this training thing's got more to it than I thought.

Yeah I'll sure be sorry if you try smooching me!

Wheeljack! Turn it off!!

[The man just shakes his head in amusement, turning back to the feed.]

Guess I better listen to her. She's got real trainin' to get to soon.

[Impmon just keeps laughing it up.]

May your training go well.