If Brawl has a fat aft does this mean Blast off has one too...if so can I please take a chunk of it 🥺 🙏
HOWD U KNOW HE WAS GONNA BE MY NEXT VICTIM??
i love blast off...
She's stupid pretty, he's pretty stupid
Lonely loser chewing a toothpick
Bustin' the door, trying to turn on the lights
He just wants the one, she wants something to bite tonight
She took her skirt off, he didn't notice
He gave her a hug, she wanted a kiss
He missed the signs, so she found 'a different guy'
So sorry, Jack ! .. be-better luck next time !
" ARE YOU BEING PURPOSEFULLY *DENSE* RIGHT NOW, OR JUS' * TRYNA * PISS ME OFF . "
" boss, try not to put too much effort in your facial expression, it might rupture your nose job. remember your stone cold bitch exercises, sir--"
" aH OUGHTA WHOOP YOU, REWIND. WHO GAVE YOUR SHORT SELF ANY PERMISSION at ALL ta even THANK ( think ) THAT YOU WERE ALLOWED ta SPEAK on *MAH** SHOW . . . GETTIN' ME IN A BIG OL' CONNIPTION FIT ON CAMERA, OO-- aH OUGHTA-- . . ah'm FIT to BE TIED . "
the news anchor STEAMED, music note audials sharpened up high, his tune significantly turned off - key.
his minicons tried to add in the bleeps when he stomped off & spiraled into a series of scathed curses, any chance of smooth talking redemption flung straight out a 700 story window, but the soundeffects were always too delayed to completely cover up the cussing.
blaster ran back up to his fancy glass desk that doubled as a piano set for whenever he got bored, which was Very often ( playing Mozart while traumatized people recount horrific events for the news ), & tried to tip the beautiful thing crashing onto its back, too enraged & unable to take it out on his cassettes no matter how mad their moronic acts make him.
" boss, it's-- it's like superglued to the- set . "
" aN' *WhO* was the IDIOT who ORDERED THaT?? "
. . the minicons casted looks of caution before the television in the corner replayed a Phineas & Ferb esque flashback of blaster laying draw me like one of your French femmes style across his desk while the minicons carried it onto the stage & bolted it in.
" this is my humble abode, my mind palace. ah don't want it to budge, or ah'll break you, alright? this is my new sparkling. ah'm callin' it - uh- .. . . To Be Determined . can you like- make the glue 'glue' faster??? like- just ask it or somethang . tell it ah told it to. that should fix it . "
' To Be Determined ' is doomed to the stage, whether blaster wanted it or not. But it was for the better.
He'd offer a minicon as sacrifice to save his desk from getting a scratch .
Guzzle glanced around, antennae flickering & twitching atop the concerned & confused Little tank . " je vous demande pardon ? am i-
Sorry, am i . . ? . . interpretating this correctl-
OH . GIVE a HELLO . TO. OH . OH .
. . . MONSIEUR TOPSPIN ! AH, AHHH-- you uh - " Guzzle's antennas lowered in shame, mandibles shifting in similar embarrassment .
" . . i'll just go get him . . . "
Skuttling off, the little wrecker hurried to find his cool colored comrade, covering his already shadowed face as he left, digits itching at his mask . if only he could scratch some images out of his scarred mind . .
gold digits snap, his inflection kept to a purposeful croon, rich & suave for the supporters, or the soon-to-be swayed .
" their business is banal, the solution is SIMPLE! . . it all stems from envy . see, they're all just upset that the big boss likes Me the best ."
dollar sign opticwear snaps toward blast off's direction before the shuttle shrunk down & broke his dominant silence for an uncharacteristic (if you didn't know him) ( which is easy to do, since he doesn't make being close to him an easily obtainable accomplishment ) bout of verbalized rebuttal .
" что? first of all, onslaught doesn't *have favorites. he analyzes us all equally . as a real level-helmed leader would with Real smarts. not just street smarts, * Swindle ."
Brawl, a bit baffled by this, gave a confused glance Blast Off's way, utilizing the sparse times where he could, since the shuttle was always so oversized . where was all that verbal vigor when it came to reassuring HIM, huh??!? this gestalt is SO UNFAIR !! & here blast off is, reciting the opposite?!? WHAT GIVES ! He moved his mouth to speak, but, thanks to its constant concealment, his brashness was brushed off with the smooth stroke of Swindle's speech.
" so the shuttle speaks! or, should i clarify for our lovely little anonymous audience here, seems to only find his vocalizer verifiabley active when the matter gravitates around our esteemed ' Great One .' "
swindle swooned, servos clasped as he fluttered his optic lenses, amping up the adoration he lacked for their leader .
The shuttle's frown was deep enough to stand out against the darkness that swirled within his space helmet.
" don't be upset at me because I have Morals, & not just Money. ты копилка . not a mech ."
the combaticon conman's tone twitched, hitching into something higher, Italian & Brooklyn bitten, frantic & harsher than the suave he forces to swoon his potential investors.
" DAT'S BULL & YEW KNOW DAT, BLAS."
gold rims spin on his shoulder plates, metal sheeted trench coat stocked full of false sells fly behind his advance, poking an expensive digit into the russian cosmonaut's chassis. Blast Off scoffed, resizing himself back to his original towering height.
Brawl balked, fighting to bring a word in, feeling left with no choice but to bellow. his signature.
" H-HEY!! IF YOU TWO CABRÓNS ARE GONNA FIGHT, AT LEAST LET ME TELL BOSS SO I CAN COME BACK & BREAK IT UP & LOOK LIKE i'M THE BETTER ONE HERE, BUENO?!"
Swindle rolled his dollar sign designs.
" yew Gotta stawp saying your shitty lil' strategies aloud, Brah, it's unseemingly ."
Even Blast Off chimed in, trying to set a comforting servo on the tank's shoulder. He was too high to reach comfortably, & opted to awkwardly holding onto his tank's cannon tip instead .
" agreed. onslaught should show y-"
"Wait-shuddupshuddupshuddup about onslaught for a sec-"
Swindle silenced, glaring before he turned back to the Askers, never one to dismiss an opportunity of profiting off other people. His frown was wiped clean of its shiny slate, smiling wide. His voice deepened back into its usual charming croon, any of its previous colloquium completely covered up. code switched.
" my Sincerest apologies about my- simple-minded Associates here, they're... new to negotiations. but me & you, doll?
we could spend the night away!!! .. literally, ha! Ha! Ha! . . how much you got on you ? "
even his laugh sounded rich, chiming like clattering coins with each chuckle.
" as long as i'm with you, there's no worries !"
His commercial Good-Time speech was a channel Brawl & Blast Off would rather switch. They shook their helms, stomping off to leave swindle solo.
" YOU COULD HEAR ME, RIGHT, BLAST? BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE NO ONE COULD HEAR ME BACK THERE! & IT MADE ME FEEL UNHEARd! ¡CHINGADA MADRE! THIS SUCKS! ¡ESTOY FASTIDIADO! EVERYTHING SUCKS!"
