



Smokescreen.
Stay out of my inbox.




Smokescreen.
Stay out of my inbox.
HEY NO- NO- STOP THAT SLAG- WHAT IS THAT- WHY IS YOUR SWORD A TONGUE- THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THOSE REALLY WEIRD ANIMES

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*Uses the tongue sword on Smokescreen. The disgusting organic sight is worth it to see the cadet’s terror.*

Alright. And I shall call you “Kawaii”. That is your new designation, cadet.
*No. Stop being funny. You’re not funny. You’re the most irritating Autobot in existence. That impression is not amusing. And Megatron certainly isn’t smirking.*

I had to reign in a hoard of terrorcon troopers and oversee repairs to the interior of my ship. What have you done lately that has been of use?
Baaaaaaaaaarkbarkabarkbark arf arf /going to run around Megs. Can’t touch this./
Infernal creature, get out of my sight!! *His sword and servo phase through the thing in a particular manner… It’s wearing a phase shifter. Oh Primus no.*
SMOKESCREEN?!

WHY ARE THEY BACK
*He fires at the giant corgi, only to have his blasts go through it… Frag.*
It aint nuthin but hustlin fine. I don’t give a fuck what tha fuck yo ass is rappin’ about, Legatron.

I feel as if I’ve missed something.
… I would assume that you were overcharged, but that would be giving too much credit to your average level of idiocy.