What's up one optic wonder ]P)
Ceilin’.
Ain’t pretty an’ could use some more lights but surely it’s hella better than ‘ny pit-‘ole ya ‘Bots are crawilin’ out from.

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What's up one optic wonder ]P)
Ceilin’.
Ain’t pretty an’ could use some more lights but surely it’s hella better than ‘ny pit-‘ole ya ‘Bots are crawilin’ out from.
Motormaster is greeted by a pleasant surprise upon checking his comms.
Although he isn't surprised by Breakdown, Sideswipe and whoreslaught Onslaught brings a wide smile to his face.
'Admiring the view?' He chuckled.
Hm, Hi, Sir? It's had been a while since I heard from you, just checking that everything is alright...?
‘Just having a little fun with that foolish red Autobot, Sideswipe. He had it coming, henh.’
Meanwhile, on patrol
Patrols were a somewhat farcical affair considering the current circumstances; most Decepticons didn't bother to hide that they picked routes that covered places they simply wanted to be in.
The place Motormaster wanted to be was a long, twisting coastal road somewhere in Europe. He didn't bother learning the name of whatever it was the humans called the district.
With so few mechs available there was no way all the regular routes could be covered anyway, making it a moot point.
The road he traveled on was relatively free of humans, but he approached one driver from behind, tailgating and bearing down on them with such intensity they panicked, fishtailing their vehicle and crashing into an embankment.
He chuckled darkly to himself and continued on.
HEY YOU BIG FAT CURLY HEADED FRAGGER
'What's that even supposed to mean, you little glitch?'