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8th Transmission - Audio
Mar. 31st, 2011 04:15 pm[Sand in his joints, a gaping hole in his chest, no medic, no other Autobots, no way home... a tiny rodent following him around everywhere...
And now.
Snow.]
...
I hate this place.
[The big Autobot is standing in front of his pod, kicking his feet, and trying to shake the snow out of gaps in his armor, shuddering all the while.]
And now.
Snow.]
...
I hate this place.
[The big Autobot is standing in front of his pod, kicking his feet, and trying to shake the snow out of gaps in his armor, shuddering all the while.]