Ratchet couldn't believe this. He should already be used to this kind of thing, but somehow the matter always got to surprise him. Why, even he didn't know. It had happened for the millionth of time and he still managed to get angry. Well, it had gotten better over the years, but still.
"Ratchet, your jaws will become numb if you don't stop growling." Clank advised as he watched his friend in worry. Giving the robot a glance, Ratchet finally realized that his teeth were tightly pressed together and it was growing a little painful on his cheeks. He opened his mouth, taking a deep breath and then letting it out as a long sigh. "I see you still haven't gotten over that." The robot commented, which earned a light glare.
"And you have?" The lombax snarled as he turned to glare at the TV screen, unwillingly watching the news that were on.
"I figured it was best to give up on the matter after a couple of times. Besides, I don't think it is that bad." Clank smiled while reaching for the remote, turning off the TV so that Ratchet didn't have to torture himself even further.
"Not that bad?!" Ratchet snapped a big, turning his full attention to Clank and looking a bit frustrated. Not that the robot minded much; he knew his friend wasn't forwarding it towards him. "We do all the dirty work, all the fighting and near death experiences and what do we get! We get to see Qwark brag about it how HE did it!" He snarled, clenching his fists.
"Come now, Ratchet." Clank waved his hands in a calming manner, wanting his friend to calm down. "Think about it. What would it be like, if we had his fame?" He asked, which made Ratchet raise an eyebrow.
"We'd be rich?"
"Perhaps." Clank nodded. "But we would be followed much more than we already do. Qwark is famous and the news want to follow him, interview him and get to hear everything he could have on his mind. Not to say we aren't quite famous already, but can you imagine the pressure we would have if we had his fame?" He explained, which seemed to calm the lombax down more than he imagined. Being a movie star himself, he knew how hard the pressure would get and he certainly didn't want more of it to get on their way. "The press would be after us and be in our way in our missions. It would only make things more complicated and dangerous than they need to be." After finishing his speech, the lombax frowned, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.
"So basically you're saying that Qwark is actually doing us a favor?" Ratchet groaned again, giving his robotic friend a slightly confused look.
"In a way, yes."
"Ah, man..." Ratchet growled, leaning back on the couch and staring into the ceiling with an exhausted expression. "That sounds like a load of crap."
A sigh escaped from Clank. "Ratchet."
"I mean, okay, I can get that it could be pressuring. I won't argue with that. But that Qwark would be doing us a favor? That sounds... Wrong." Ratchet said while shaking his head.
"Well, obviously he's not doing it for us, but it's a rather nice thought nevertheless, is it not?" Clank smiled to his friend, who let out a soft sigh.
"No. It's not." The lombax snarled again, gritting his teeth. "It only makes me more mad, 'cause I know it's nowhere near the truth."
Another sigh from Clank. "You're doing it again." He said, watching his friend growl to the annoyance called Captain Qwark. Would he ever learn, Clank wondered as another afternoon was spent for bitterness and resentment. Even if he didn't fully agree to his friend's opinions, he was still there to give him support, like he usually was and probably always would be.
