26th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Ow! Rocks...?

[Silence - except for the familiar creaking and groaning of metal as Ironhide looks around. When he speaks, the gravely, aged voice is back. He does sound more... groggy... than usual. "Hungover", would be a better word.]

What... just happened...? Why... am I in... the bar?

[And as it all dawns on him. Crap, crap, crap.]

... I can explain everything. To all of you. Ratchet--I did... not mean to leave...

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf. And the Major.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yep, and him, too.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... And Epps.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

How about the whole N.E.S.T. team?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. All of them.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

And Sam's parents!

[heavyweaponsbot]

... The parents were very irritating.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

They weren't too bad.

[Pause. Well, she HAD learned from Sam his mom had been in the house when they'd...]

Okay maybe a little irritating.

[heavyweaponsbot]

More than a little.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Alright, alright.

They were kinda irritating. But they're really nice!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf. They have a rodent.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Aw, he's not that bad, Ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It leaked on me.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You know, looking back...that's pretty funny.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Only for you.