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]

...

What did you call me?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Uh.

[She laughs.]

Dad bot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You kind of are.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Am not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She sounds miffed.]

Fine. I won't call you that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmn. Do whatever you like. I will not stop you.

[Which means "go ahead" in Ironhide talk.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

[WINS]