#incendiius

[cybertr0nian]

No one is putting him in a jar, he refuses. There isn't a jar big enough to hold him in the first place.

[lemonspens]

Rodimus brings a pile of ten reports as promised and drops them on Magnus' desk. "Got all but the last one done. I can't finish it."

⠀ '' you * can't ? ''

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⠀ ( hm . . . they will review the reports soon, for now . they want to hear his reasoning . )

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[primeapotheosis]

@incendiius

“Well, well, well. Look who finally showed back up.”

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@incendiius replied...

I argue that the tangy ketchup doritos are an acceptable exception

( IF THEY ARE IN THE BUN OR MIXED INTO A SAUCE, PERHAPS. )

( BUT ON? NO. NEVER. )

[doyourequirefirstaid]

@incendiius

First Aid is leaning against Rodimus on the berth, somberly watching him play one of his video games, when he suddenly breaks the comfortable silence.

“What if we had little alien pilots inside of us and didn’t know it. What if we WERE the alien pilot and we just THOUGHT we were big cybernetic lifeforms.”

[oncethematrix]

Zippy says you should come learn how to snowboard with her.

Well, it's definitely an option."

[a-life-revised]

incendiius

Invoking that right just says you are

...I would like to go back in time and not say anything.

[red-in-revolt]

@incendiius continued from here ...

Redstrike paused, looking up from where his forked glossa was lapping up a small spill he’d had when he’d tipped his cube back too far. He tilted his head and made a curious chirruping noise at Rodimus’ comment. He pulled his glossa back and licked over his lips, rubbing at them with the back of his hand as he slowly smiled. “My apologies, I do hate to waste fuel.” he mused, a smear of energon dusted with gold flakes coating his lips and the side of his mouth. He was, admittedly, a bit of a mess.