Inspired by a bunny over on LJ. Because all the OTHER bunnies I've adopted over there aren't killing me enough as it is...

Please ignore if the Aerialbots are a bit OOC. I'm not very good with them. Forgive me!

May you all be touched by His Noodly Appendage.

oOo

"'Flight, come on. We don't have time for this," Silverbolt groaned, trying his best to ignore the glares Air Raid and Slingshot were shooting him. Primus, he loved his brothers, but sometimes he hated the notion of leading them.

Especially when they were as susceptible as Fireflight. Who knew he could be so stubborn?

"C'mon, idiot," Slingshot was a bit more blunt, tugging the arm of Fireflight. "We've got orders to follow, so take that stupid thing off and follow 'em!"

"It's not stupid!" Fireflight wrenched away, pouting and re-arranging the giant eye-patch that had been knocked askew by the scuffle. "And I'm not going to today's battle."

"Well, why the slag not?" Slingshot demanded, never the politest of the Aerialbots.

"It's Friday," the childlike plane answered pointedly.

A pause hung in the air for about a breem, cut short when Skydive finally asked, "So...?"

"Well, obviously, every Friday is a holiday," Fireflight explained, as if this were a legitimate reason.

"Vector Sigma," Skydive groaned. "For the last time, Fireflight, your god is Primus, remember? The god that transforms into your home plan-"

"ARGH!" Fireflight cut off his gestalt-mate, waving a fake hand-hook in the other Aerialbots' faceplates. "Ahoy, begone with ye!"

"Not this again," Air Raid muttered. "'Flight, there's no such thing as the Giant Spaghetti Creature."

"Flying Spaghetti Monster," Fireflight corrected. "And you may doubt His Noodliness now, but I have faith that you too will someday be touched by His Noodly Appendage and come to know the truth that is Pastafarianism."

"That's it!" Slingshot lunged at the young Aerialbot in pirate garb, only to be grabbed and held back by Silverbolt and Skydive. "Lemme go! I'm gonna pound those stupid human ideas out of that idiot's CPU if I send him to the Pit in the process!"

"You mean Pastafarian Heaven," Fireflight grinned, just out of Slingshot's reach. "And I wouldn't mind going there if that's what His Noodliness wants of me. They have a beer volcano and a stripper factory! Can you say that about your afterlife?"

"'Flight, you don't drink beer," Silverbolt sighed. "And you don't even know what a 'stripper' is!"

"I have the right to believe what I want. I'm not dismissing your beliefs! That'd be going against the first 'I'd Really Rather You Didn't'!"

"Okay, okay," Silverbolt sighed. "I give up. If you want to stay here and be a nuisance, then it's clear we can't stop you. Slingshot, Air Raid, Skydive - let's go!"

"But-"

"Air Raid," Silverbolt glared at the protester, who glared right back before trasforming. Optimus would just have to deal without Superion for once. That's what the Protectobots, and the Dinobots, and Omega Supreme were for, right?

After this battle, the Aerialbot leader mused, he was going to give a piece of his mind to the mech who'd placed these strange ideas into Fireflight's mind. He was fairly sure he knew who'd done it, too. And if the red warrior thought he'd get off easy, he had another thing coming.

-fin-

That's it for now. Unless there are fellow Pastafarians out there who have better ideas than this about spreading His Noodly Goodness through "Transformers" fanfiction. In which case, tell me in a review, or contact me via Livejournal. If not, I hope you enjoyed this silly little ficlet!

RAmen.