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

[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!

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

[Ironhide is overruled.]

I don't have the strength you do, but I'll try and keep up with you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts.]

Not hard. Too heavy to move quickly.

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

That- uh. That was a figure of speech, I didn't mean literally.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Oh.