23rd Transmission (Backdated a bit)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The following transmission has been backdated to the end of the hour after this occurred. Ironhide was "assaulted" by dancing macaroni in his personal space.]

Little scraplets! Be quiet I say!

[There's the sound of heavy metal feet impacting the floor, and the muted crunch of dried pasta. Eventually, as the hour winds down, the singing dies away, and Ironhide stops destroying his room killing macaroni.]

...

Hah! I have done it!

Now who is in control, Captain? Hmn! Your little tricks are worthless! I have defeated them.

[No, no he hasn't, the time just ran out. But he just sounds so proud of himself...]

I win.

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Ironhide, what are you doing?

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Winning.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I was not aware we were in a battle.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Maybe not a battle. But we are in hostile territory. Every small victory counts.

[oomdoomdoomdoom.livejournal.com]

Oh nO!

You killed them!

You ^{killed them}!

[have a hysterical little robot sobbing down the comm at you]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[Killed? He hasn't killed anything. Just stomped on pasta...]

Huh?

[oomdoomdoomdoom.livejournal.com]

They were singing and you killed them!

[more wailing]

They loved youuuu.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... "They" were non sentient bits of... food. They were incapable of emotion.

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Oh God Leonardo DO NOT LAUGH]

You get 'em Ironhide. Kill those little bastards.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just. Sounds so proud.]

I have destroyed his machinations! Shows how strong he is.

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Is it strange to find a giant space robot adorable?] Glad to have you on our side.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide submits that he is not adorable. At all.]

Yeah? Good. And you as well. We will show this man we will not be harassed!

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

I thought they were cute.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls.]

They were singing. [As if this has personally offended him.]

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

[Oh my GOD Ironhide.]

You seem to have killed them all. Like, literally, man.

[He figures it just ran out, actually, but you know...]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[This stuff doesn't usually wear off so fast, otherwise he'd be less inclined to celebrate so much.]

... I have? All of them?

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

Well, my necklace finally stopped singing...

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hah! And he claims to be a god! Yet I have destroyed his creations!

[... he is going to be so disappointed when he figures it out.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Congrats, Ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I have showed them!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Y-yes. Yes you have.

[Oh man. She's about to burst into laughter.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Don't laugh, Mikaela, can't you hear how proud he is?]

He will think twice before harassing us now!

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

You're just a big fat dork, huh?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Deadpan]

No. I am an Autobot.

belated reply aka SOMEONE NEEDS TO LEARN TO MULTITASK

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

You said that.

Are all Autobots neanderthals like you?