First Aid has been left a strange gift.
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First Aid nervously eyed the innocent looking fruit sitting on his datapad. He had placed the datapad on the desk and turned his back for only a moment. When he had turned back the Apricot, if memory proved correct, had been there. Ratchet glared at the fruit as he walked over, he picked it up and threw it at Sideswipe as the front liner walked through the Medbay door. Aid just giggled softly as the red mech yelped.