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themainframe2013-07-07 06:10 pm
wheeljackofalltrades) wrote in themainframe2013-07-07 06:10 pm
004 | [Video]
[Oh hey, look, it's Wheeljack. And for once, he's not eating. Actually, he's sitting in his apartment, on the couch near the coffee table, working on...something. From the looks of it, it's an empty plastic bottle, some scraps of wire, batteries, and other knick knacks. In his teeth is a knife, probably taken from the kitchen, occasionally removing it as he needs it. What's even more strange is You can't be anywhere to be seen. Her usual spot of on his shoulder seems to be empty today.
He slowly starts piecing this mess together carefully, when a small whine is heard from under the couch.]
Do you HAVE to do this?
[With a roll of his eyes, he looks down at the ground, where You was obviously hiding underneath.]
I ain't sittin' around next time while you take all the heat. I want in on the action.
But a GRENADE? You know only I can hurt them!
[He pauses a minute, to look over his work again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He doesn't exactly pay You his full attention, but he doesn't ignore her either.]
It's a flash grenade. Doesn't do damage, but distracts. Figured you could use it. And next time, we'll be ready when anything attacks us.
You're going to hurt yourself.
You, I've done this for centuries. I know what I'm doin-
[And just then, the grenade seems to almost -spark-. Wheeljack, please don't blow the place up. Your roommates need to live SOMEWHERE.]
He slowly starts piecing this mess together carefully, when a small whine is heard from under the couch.]
Do you HAVE to do this?
[With a roll of his eyes, he looks down at the ground, where You was obviously hiding underneath.]
I ain't sittin' around next time while you take all the heat. I want in on the action.
But a GRENADE? You know only I can hurt them!
[He pauses a minute, to look over his work again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He doesn't exactly pay You his full attention, but he doesn't ignore her either.]
It's a flash grenade. Doesn't do damage, but distracts. Figured you could use it. And next time, we'll be ready when anything attacks us.
You're going to hurt yourself.
You, I've done this for centuries. I know what I'm doin-
[And just then, the grenade seems to almost -spark-. Wheeljack, please don't blow the place up. Your roommates need to live SOMEWHERE.]
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[He doesn't know either, but he sure as hell won't complain.]