As Prowl finished setting the last of the pieces up, he was distracted by a noise.
Pop, Pop, Pop!
He looked over in the direction and found the source. Jazz had a piece of plastic and was using that to make the noise.
Pop, Pop, Pop!
"Jazz, what are you doing?" he asked.
Pop, Pop, Pop!
"Just passing time until ya finish," he answered.
Pop, Pop, Pop!
"What are you playing with, and why is it making that sound?"
Jazz held up the small piece of clear plastic to show Prowl. "It's bubble wrap. Humans use it to wrap fragile things in when they get shipped from one place to another. I hear youngling humans like taking it and popping all the bubbles with their fingers."
Prowl analyzed it. The bubbles were miniscule, and he observed that about eighty three percent of them were popped. "Where did you get it?"
Jazz put his focus back on the bubbles, "It came with the package of CDs that arrived yesterday."
Pop, Pop, Pop!
Prowl watched him for a few minutes, trying to discover why his friend was so fascinated by it.
Pop, Pop, Pop!
Pop, Pop, Pop!
Pop, Pop, Pop!
If he continued watching, his CPU would lock up. Shaking his head, he said, "Jazz, the Chess board is set up."
Jazz put the bubble wrap down and joined him in a game of Chess. Unfortunately, the absurdness of the bubble wrap distracted him, and Jazz beat him badly.
"Not quite in yer game, are ya Prowl?" He asked, playfully.
Prowl stared at him for a very long moment, before his world went black. His logic circuts froze up again.