Just something totally random that suddenly came to me. I had to write it after my last story... That's my new rule. If I write a sad story, have to write happy one... Okay, I'll shut up now...
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"Yo, Ironhide. Wanna go to the firing range?"
"Firing range?"
Lennox smiled. "Yeah. You get to blow the crap out of stuff and nobody can complain."
Ironhide's optics lit up. "I'm in."
Right before the two ran out the door, Optimus yelled, "No shooting living things! Only inanimate objects. Got it?"
The trigger happy Captain and equally trigger happy weapon specialist sighed and their shoulders slumped. "Oh fine. Take the fun out of everything." They said simultaneously. Lennox eyes suddenly lit up. He grinned deviously at Ironhide. For a second, Ironhide seemed confused, then he started grinning just as deviously.
Optimus sighed and shook his head as the two ran out of the room. He wasn't exactly sure if they would listen to his order of no shooting living things…
"Optimus?"
He looked down at a smiling Mikaela. "Yes?
"You probably should go after them."
Optimus frowned. "Why?"
Mikaela's smile grew. "You said no shooting living things, but you never said no shooting at living things."
Optimus's optics widened. "Oh shit."
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Should I make a sequel about Lennox's and Ironhide's antics at the firing range?