Title: Morning Pages with the Decepticon Seekers

Sub-Title: The Author Needs Her Sleep

Author: The Moof

Feedback: Yes I would like some

Warnings: Insane craziness, and the total randomness that only chaos theory can explain.

Main Character(s): Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge, and me (heaven forbid).

Summary: The morning pages are a rapid writing idea where you write non-stop for three pages with out correcting anything just on a subconscious stream of thought, with the Decepticon Jets that refuse to leave me alone!

Notes: This is what happens when you write non-stop just with an unconscious stream of thought. The spelling and grammar have been checked for the sake of good writing. But everything else is just random thoughts to keyboard to screen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge, the Decepticons, or the Autobots; they are owned by Hasbro. I do own me or at least my husband does because he says so. Um, yeah, whatever. I'll get back to on that.

"You need sleep." Said Thrust.

I look at him and say, "Like duh! Maroon boy."

"Don't call me maroon boy!" snapped Thrust.

"What is that high pitched buzzing?" I ask looking around the room.

"Don't look at me. Maybe Starscream farted." Said Thrust.

Then Starscream screeched, "I don't fart!"

"You need to take a nap." Thrust reminds me again.

I look at Thrust and say, "Shut the foo up, you."

"Foo or frou-frou like Starscream." Snickered Thrust who pointed at Starscream.

That's when Starscream hits Thrust on top of the head with a cast-iron skillet.

"Call me frou-frou, I'll show you frou-frou. Jerk!" crumbled Starscream.

"Where did you get that skillet?" I ask Starscream.

"Oh, this," said Starscream pointing to the skillet, "from your kitchen."

I sigh and say, "Put it back please or I'll use it on you."

Walking to the kitchen to put the cast-iron skillet away, "I'm going, I'm going."

Then he comes back and then tells me, "You look tired, you should go and take a nap."

"Oh, will you just shut the foo up about me needing to take a nap. I'm already hallucinating and dizzy as it is." I quietly grumble.

"Two things." Starscream asks me.

Then I say, "What?"

"What are you hallucinating about and what's with you saying foo today?"

"I'm imagining beetles running across my computer monitor." I respond.

"Okay, I can see that," said Starscream, "But what about the foo?"

"Foo is cool. Okay. End of story. So zip it or shall I bring up the fact that Thrust called you frou-frou." I said giving Starscream a snarky remark. "Oh, foo with it. I'm going to take that nap now. Night, night fellas."

"Night." Says Starscream.

"Starscream, you are still frou-frou." Said Thrust.

Then Starscream says, "Shut up foo!"