6th Transmission - Audio / Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

-- Eugh! Filthy... wretched...! Off me!

[Well. Anyone who was wondering where the hell Ironhide went off to, look no further for your answer. There are crashing sounds as the big Autobot tears his way out of the jungle. Underbrush is trampled, trees actually punched -- despite the fact that it doesn't really help matters.]

Where is that energon...

[He does sound displeased, more so than usual. Tramping around the jungle, getting stuck, and deprived of fuel for a long while doesn't do wonders for the old 'Bot's temper. And the rain isn't helping matters.]

I hate this place.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He gives the kid a sullen look -- Ironhide is a terrible patient on the best of days. And today is not the best of days.]

... Do I look like I have spare lubricants?

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

[Well excuuuuuuse me, Princess.]

Forget I said anything then. Enjoy that rust.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not enjoying it.

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

[Peter just kind of facepalms.]

I know you wouldn't, big guy. Just forget this whole conversation.

[Because it is apparently going right over Hide's head.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He pulls some more vegetation out of his plating.]

...

They have lubricants here?

[spiders-bite.livejournal.com]

Not sure, actually. The General Store'd probably be the best place to look.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Another pause.]

Where?