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If anything can go wrong, it will.
Corollary A: it can.
Corollary B: A the most inopportune time.
*BOOM*
The Ark's flooring shook with the shockwaves from the explosion. It had interrupted a video meeting Optimus Prime was having with the President of the United States.
"What was that?" the President asked worriedly.
Prime spoke into his comm.. "Report, anyone!"
"*cough hack* Just a little *cough* mishap with some *hack* ammo I was working on, Optimus" Wheeljack's voice said.
In the background, Ratchet started ranting.
"Little mishap!? Wheeljack, you blew up half your lab, not to mention most of the motor relays in your arms are fried! For the third time this month!! I should weld you to one of the tables in Med-bay!!!"
Prime cut the connection as Ratchet's rant grew louder and included some of the more... colorful words in his extensive language databanks.
"I am sorry Mr. President, but it seems that we must cut this meeting short." Although a mask covered his face, Prime's voice conveyed a wry smile. "I have to make sure that my CMO doesn't dismember my Chief Engineer with that arc-welder of his."
The President gave a short laugh and waved good-bye, cutting the videophone link. Prime just gave his head a small shake and made his way down to Med-Bay.
A.N: Hehehe. I found a list of Murphy's Laws lying around and I had to write a fic. This is only the first part, so expect more from me, hopefully soon.
If anything can go wrong, it will.
Corollary A: it can.
Corollary B: A the most inopportune time.
*BOOM*
The Ark's flooring shook with the shockwaves from the explosion. It had interrupted a video meeting Optimus Prime was having with the President of the United States.
"What was that?" the President asked worriedly.
Prime spoke into his comm.. "Report, anyone!"
"*cough hack* Just a little *cough* mishap with some *hack* ammo I was working on, Optimus" Wheeljack's voice said.
In the background, Ratchet started ranting.
"Little mishap!? Wheeljack, you blew up half your lab, not to mention most of the motor relays in your arms are fried! For the third time this month!! I should weld you to one of the tables in Med-bay!!!"
Prime cut the connection as Ratchet's rant grew louder and included some of the more... colorful words in his extensive language databanks.
"I am sorry Mr. President, but it seems that we must cut this meeting short." Although a mask covered his face, Prime's voice conveyed a wry smile. "I have to make sure that my CMO doesn't dismember my Chief Engineer with that arc-welder of his."
The President gave a short laugh and waved good-bye, cutting the videophone link. Prime just gave his head a small shake and made his way down to Med-Bay.
A.N: Hehehe. I found a list of Murphy's Laws lying around and I had to write a fic. This is only the first part, so expect more from me, hopefully soon.