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

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. Bet it's really weird being like us when you're normally like...you.

[Sigh. Oh Ironhide.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You are so... soft. Easily damaged.

[It freaks him out a little.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I know. We just have to be more careful about what we do.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Careful is not... a function I am capable of.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeeeeeah, I've noticed.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Have you?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I have.