Author's Note: I own nothing but Briley and Kinsey! Enjoy
1. Twizzlers
"What's a twizzler?"
"It's licorice," Lennox tried to explain. "A candy company called Hershey mass produces them and send them in packages all over the country."
"But what's the point of it?" Ratchet asked. William Lennox tried not to sigh. He had signed up to join a military facility, not a babysitting club.
"It's candy," Epps called helpfully. "There's no point besides eating it. And that it's better than the black stuff."
"Is not," Briley called, adding her two cents to the pot.
"Regardless it's just candy," Lennox said, exasperation leaking into his tone. "it's something to snack on, not a weapon of mass destruction or a rope."
"But that's illogical," Ratchet complained. "Why would it look like a rope if it isn't?" Lennox let out a loud, exasperated sigh and threw his hands up in the air before stalking off.
"Watch it Hatchet," Jazz said between snickers. "You're starting to sound like Prowl."
2. Google Translate
"So what's the point of this translator anyway?" Ironhide grumbled. "Why can't you just learn the language instead of depending on a machine."
"Because it takes years to learn to say something in a language that a computer can translate in fifteen minutes," Kinsey snapped. It was two in the morning and the red head was quickly running out of patience.
"But your machines are sometimes unreliable," Ironhide protested.
"And yours aren't?" Kinsey asked skeptically.
"Never," Ironhide said.
"Wheeljack?" Kinsey drawled sourly.
"When they're released to the general public," Ironhide said, sounding embarrassed.
"Not all of us can simply download another language and speak it," Briley spoke up from the door, rubbing her eyes. "Now tone it down in here. Some of us are trying to sleep."
3. Colored Duct Tape
"Even I understand the merit of duct tape," Ironhide complained. "But why does it have to come in colors?"
"You're just fussing because we had to use pink duct tape to patch you up to get you back to Ratchet," Briley said, waving away his complaints.
"He brings up a good point," Ratchet said. "Why are there different colors when silver works just as well?"
"Why does it even matter?" Epps asked as Fig began muttering in Spanish and Briley put her head in her hands.
"Because it doesn't make sense ta us," Jazz pointed out and the humans groaned.
"Just because," Briley snapped. "Happy now?"
"No," Ironhide grumbled.
"Good," Briley snapped. "We don't know, all right? Now can you all shut up?" The rest of the flight back home was taken in complete silence.
