[video][an open invitation to pain]

[shoulderpads]

Autobots - you will begin a mandatory training routine starting tomorrow at 0600 hours. We will be gone for approximately three hours or more. Plan accordingly, and bring fluids to keep hydrated.

[The message comes with a handy reference document he found in the Library. Looks like someone's been doing their research on human health.]

[And yes. He's starting this on a Monday.]

Any Chosen who wish to accompany them are welcome to do so, but I expect you to be timely.

[A pair of coordinates are attached to his message, leading to the hilly area just outside Terminal. Don't worry, they'll get to the staggeringly painful mountains after some practice.]

Comments

[shoulderpads]

I don't imagine you will.

[+1 Sensei point for not complaining. Good for you.]

[bigsoftie]

[Yes, but he does have a question.]

Why do you accept me...when you do not know me?

[shoulderpads]

...Because my team accepts you, and I trust their judgement.

[bigsoftie]

Thank you...

...if I may call you something, can I call you sensei? It was a word my friends used for their leader...I think it would fit.

[shoulderpads]

[Not a word he's familiar with, but he can accept it.]

[There's a small nod from him.]

You have my permission.

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead's face practically beams. He never met anyone so quickly accepting before!]

Thank you, sensei.

[shoulderpads]

Of course.

[He has no reason not to be, Leatherhead.]

[You're behaving better than most of the Autobots.]

[bigsoftie]

[Impmon on the other hand...]

I didn't sign up for this! You can bring Heather but ain't no way I'm going!