A/N: This is going to be a fan-fic with chapters. My first try, so don't kill me if it sucks.
Sad Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, or Blackout and Scorponok, or Jazz, or Barricade, or Sideswipe, or Suntreaker. :,(
"What is it?" Sunstreaker asked.
"I don't know . . . it looks like some kind of squishy pink insect." Responded Sideswipe.
"I know that, dim-wit!" Snapped Stunstreaker. "Way to point out the obvious."
"Well! I'm sorry! I'll think I'll just go now." Sideswipe responded, and sulked off.
"Fine! Fine, and I'll go too!" Sunstreaker shouted back. And so the twins sulked off, leaving the random human they were observing to go back and eat his Big Mac.
Back at the base . . .
"Hey, Sideswipe! Where are you going?" asked Jazz. He was covered in what looked like mud. Please, oh Primus, let it actually be mud.
"I'm going to my Emo-corner to sulk and cry. Don't mind me." Responded Sideswipe. Jazz shrugged, and walked off, and earned him a bunch of O_o looks from his fellow Autobots, staring at the brown stuff on him.
Meanwhile, Ratchet and Ironhide were inspecting a Decepticon bomb they disarmed.
"Do you know what kind of bomb this is?" Ratched asked the Weapon Specialist.
"The exploding kind." Ironhide responded with a grin. Ratchet rolled his optics, and put the bomb on the shelf, for future examining.
"Do you think the Decepticons are developing a secret weapon?" Ratchet asked Ironhide, who was looking into the barrel of his cannon.
"Is a pony able to fly?" Ironhide responded.
"No, but I still think the Decepticons are up to something." Ratchet responded. And he continued being paranoid and ranting about how Blackout has been suspicious by borrowing his scavenger caring kit, and how it could be used to develop a death melon.
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