Oreos
G1
Words: 174
"How's our favorite Oreo doin' this fine day?" Sideswipe asked as he and his twin wrapped an arm each around the tactician's shoulders.
"He would be much better if his mate would stop telling him sorry every time he sees him," he informed the twins succinctly.
"What'd our least favorite Oreo do this time?" Sunstreaker asked with a light growl.
"Absolutely nothing. That's the problem."
"And you left the room as we told you to," Sideswipe concluded. "Which he took the wrong way."
"Undoubtedly."
None of the three even registered the absolutely bewildered looks they were getting from the other former Autobots as they walked down the hall to the Prime's office. It had been normal before the war and they saw no reason to hold back any longer since they were no longer targets.
"And why are you calling me an Oreo now?"
"Well, you're black and white like an Oreo."
"Oh, I know the reference, but why now? I was expecting this back when we were first introduced to what they were."