Nov 13, 2014
"Raaaaaaatttttcccchhhhhheeeeeeet, I need help!" Belle is sorta freaking out so have a freaking Dinobot. Version of a Parasaurolophus.
Ratchet knew that tone. It was the tone that meant nothing but trouble for him. Venting out (much like a human might let out a sigh), he turned around, and froze. His optics went wide and his servos went up in front of him defensively. "Good dinobot. Good girl. Please don't eat the medic." At this point, he was still assuming that the one calling for help was standing behind the dinosaur.
