Megatron couldn't handle much more of this nonsense. All around him, things were crumbling. Two SIC's having betrayed him already, he lost his chance at killing Orion Pax, and he had a broken leg, no thanks to said Autobot leader.He felt like screaming. It was time to talk to his old friend—Cook. Cook wasn't your average Decepticon at face value. He was more like a cuddly teddy bear with soft faux fur. He listened to everyone gripe patiently, and always had some good advice handy. He seemed more bot than con sometimes.
The green vehicon was cooking something delicious. Megatron could smell it all the way down the hall. It was slightly spicy, with a small hint of dark energon. He was preparing it just for the decepticon leader. Cook looked over his shoulder to the opening door Megatron came through. Walking over and motioning for his leader to sit at a table, Cook sighed.
"Zjou need to be less impatient, Mega-Meister."
"About?" mumbled Megatron, rubbing his servo over his forehead.
"Zjou know vhat about. Zjou vant everysink to be perfect, and you vant it to happen now." said the lime green chef.
"What am I going to do, Cook? Nothing is working! The autobots always get the upperhand! We have more rescources than they do, we out number them a million to one…! What else do we need?!"
"Patience. Zjou need patience." Cook sat down, leaning into the stressed warlord's face. "Some deeshes need to be cooked slowly, so they taste better. Eef zjou take them out too queekly, eet doesn't taste as good as eet vould have eef zjou had waited just a leetle longer." Megatron looked into the eyes of his old friend. Seeing the look on the other mech's face, he looked down, slightly ashamed.
"You're right." Said Megatron, smiling. "Thanks, Cook"
"Of course I am right. Vhen have I not been right?"
"Never," The decepticon warlord said, getting up.
Cook waved, and sighed as he left. "I should be gettink paid for zis…"
