Heheheh. My brain seems to still be short-circuited from my niece's screeching. Why do toddlers have such loud, High-pitched voices and obnoxious attitudes anyways?
I own nothing! Just Jodie. She's mine.
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Jodie lay on the top of the couch, trying to think of something to do. Prowl, who was reading a security datapad, was seated on the actual seats of said couch, because he actually fit. Various other Autobots, including Ratchet and Red Alert, were situated randomly in different areas of the rec room.
Just as Prowl stood up, probably to talk to Red about the datapad, Jodie screeched, "NOBODY MOVE! I dropped my brain!"
The room erupted into chaos. Prowl and Red's processors fritzed, smoking and popping. Ratchet scanned her over twenty times a second in his panic, ant the rest of the room just screamed.
Jodie watched all this with a quirked eyebrow and a bored expression.
"Well, that at least was entertaining. Now I'm bored again."
With that, she settled back to think of something to do.
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Lame. I know.