Prowl sat late at night at his desk working on all the reports stacked on top of it. The larger pile, sitting on his left, were all read and signed. The smaller one on his right was all the reports that he had yet to lay optics on. Luckily, there weren't many left. He didn't think he could fight recharge much longer.
There was a small knock on the door of his office, but before he could answer it Jazz sauntered into the room with a blinding smile plastered on his face (like always). "Hia Prowler!" His smile got wider even though it seemed impossible. In fact, it probably broke a few laws of science.
"Hello Jazz. What business do you have here?" He asked the saboteur, not caring much that he had hacked his security system. He just didn't have the energy, and Jazz did it so often anyways.
"Nothin', nothin'. Just here ta give ya this." To tired to contemplate exactly what 'this' is Prowl simply took what was given to him despite the fact that Jazz had passed in his report a long time ago.
"You may leave." Jazz gave a lazy salute as Prowl looked down at the datapad that had been handed to him, missing the absolutely mischievous look on the other mech's faceplate as the door shut behind him.
There were two sentences in the center sitting side by side. Two simple sentences separately. Two insanely complex sentences together.
The following statement is false. The previous statement is true.
Prowl read the sentences once. Twice. Thrice. His CPU started to run in circles and his logic circuits began heating up.
But if that's a correct statement then the previous sentence istruewhichmakesthatsentencefalsebutifthatsentenceisfalsethentheprevioussentENSEISFALSEAND…
Whack! He hit his desk face first with a few sparks dancing around his head, the datapad still in his servos. Jazz waltzed right back into the office, smiling of course, and sent a quick com message to Ratchet before sub-spacing the unread reports for him to complete in Prowl's place.
He'd have to thank that internet person Player4 for giving him this wonderful idea.
Author's note: Yeah… just a drabble with Jazz tormenting Prowl. Blame the bunneh that bit me! Now leave me alone I have to sleep…
And yes, I got the idea from Player4 when she said it to me some weeks ago. My head still won't stop spining.