And there I went to redesign a couple of my favourite autobots. A piece of a story is below!
- Y'know, dude, since you got to that funny police department of yours you tend to become more annoying than Sentinel himself, - Jazz chuckled.
- Your jokes won't make the information I have for you less important, - Prowl pierced his friend and, now, somewhat colleague with his signature blank stare. Jazz, though, was unfazed and only patted him on the shoulder.
- How about a chill evening with a couple of Visco shots? You need it.
- You know that I don't consume mind warping substances, right?
- You can have a can of light oil instead.
Prowl grumbled something, then reluctantly nodded.
- Fine, Jazz. I must admit, work drains the best out of me.
- Admitting is a good step forward, - Jazz tried to pat Prowl on the head this time. He achieved nothing as Prowl stepped aside.
- Okay, okay. So, back to work?
- Thought you never ask, - Prowl huffed, finally giving Jazz the datapads.