So this is my first post be prepared for random stuff y’all... so here we go with a little dialogue between my OC(me), my sister’s OC(her), and the Stunticons.
Me: “So I just found out something today, apparently countach isn’t pronounced con-tahk, it’s coon-tahsh.”
WR: “What!? Why are we in here talkin bout poo-tang!?”
Rikashay: “We’re not talking about that Wildrider, we are talking about Breakdown’s model name.”
WR: “Model name, lika girl?”
Me: “No, Wildr-“
BD: “But Imma boy!”
Me: “Obviously. But that’s-”
Bd: “And I ain’t a model, I HATE CAMERAS!”
Me: “I know! I’m saying it’s the model name of your alt-mode.”
BD: “Oh. Well, don’t say it like that! Say it like ya used to, I don’t like it!”
Me: “Okay, okay, mah Ghini, con-tahk it is.”
DS: “Aw, he’s just being a big baby! You should say it how your s’pose to. Cause we don’t call Dead End a porch.”
Me: “Drag Strip-“
BD: “Shut up! You shut up! You don’t have to worry cause yours doesn’t sound like lady parts!”
MM: *snickers* “No but formula one does sounds like something you’d feed a human sparkling.”
WR: *laughs* “Baby formula, good one, boss!”
DS: “I’m not a baby!”
DE: “Really, Drag Strip, because you seem to be wailing like one.”
DS: “I’m gonna show you wailing Dead End, cause imma whale on you!”
DE: “What matters it if I meet my demise at the hands of my brother or the inevitable decay of time?”
MM: “Aw Primus, Dead End, don’t start on that slag again!”
DE: “We are all food for rust.”
Me: “Hey, Rikashay, you got any more of your happy pills?”
*laughs*
Rikashay: “Naw. Dumped em all in Starscream’s rations the other day.”
*everyone laughs*
...
WR:“So, Breakdown, are ya gunna paint black around your optics now?”
BD: “Why would I do that!?”
WR: “Well, since your a coon, and all...”
BD: “WILDRIDER!”
*scuffle starts up*
Me: “That’s it, I’m going to hang with Scrapper. HEY GUYS I’M LEAVING!... look at them, they don’t care.”
Rikashay: “Nope.”
Anyway that’s it for now...
