41st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... If it does not stop being wet and damp in here, I am going to rust. Or be forced to watch my joints seize up. Or let my systems run so low, they become virus-ridden.

This is stupid.

[He knows he sounds sulky, but right now, he doesn't care. Stupid boat.]

Is this foolishness going to continue every time the weather changes?

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf.

... What?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Nothing!

[She's glad you havent changed in the week she's uh...been avoiding people :D]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You sure?

[Ironhide is like a rock formation. He never changes over the years. It takes millennia.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Definitely sure.

[Oh, she is not talking to you about her issues~]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Fine.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...What?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Nothin'.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Don't start that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts.]

You started it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

How?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

You did the same thing.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

But mine's true.

[heavyweaponsbot]

So is mine.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

You're a pain.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Are not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yes you are.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Are not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yes, you are!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then, why do you continue to speak with me?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Because I care about you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Just checking.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

Did you need reassurance?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Only when you call me "a pain."