44th Transmission - Video

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a brief shot of Ironhide's face.  He looks, as per usual, disgruntled, while he toys with the comm.  Behind him are flashes of piles of objects, ranging from cardboard boxes of what looks like leather, to a neat row of plants in empty bottles.]

...

Need a favor.  Someone.

[That's all he says before the feed clicks off.]

Comments

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

That's... what I was w-worried about. B-But, uhm, I'm-- I'm p-pretty sure I've s-seen books in m-my language here. I-I mean I can't r--read it, but I, I recognize it...

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf.

[He frowns, turning this over in his head.]

... Ratchet is smart. Bring them to him. See if he can... translate or something.

[Provided his friend didn't get too distracted, anyway.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

O-Okay!



I--Ironhide?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[You would be surprised, Xanth, what can happen when Giant Alien Robots hang around with you.]

What?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

D-Do the... lobsters have n-names?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A grunt.]

Yeah. Little one is Napalm. Bigger one is Nitro-Glycerin.

[Ironhide has a naming theme for these animals.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

O-Okay! I was just, uh, c-curious.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Yes, Xanth. Mister Pinchy is Napalm. You don't want to meet Nitro-Glycerin.]

You should hear what Ratchet wanted to call the frog.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

...wh-what did he want to--to call it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's just... bigger. A lot bigger.]

Eh... something scientific. Hurt my processor trying to pronounce it.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W-Well, what... what's its n-name instead?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A grin.]

C4.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W-Where is he? Or, uh, sh-she?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It is. And he'll have to instruct Xanth on the finer points of explosives later.]

It... uh. Probably in the bathroom somewhere.