Nobody Likes You
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Starscream called out.
The Decepticons and the pacifist medic saw Jazz was kneeling in front of Optimus in an awkward position.
"Oh crap, the Decepticons are here," Jazz said as he got up quickly.
"What? Bumblebee, why didn't you say anything?" Optimus whispered, "Hey. One of you guys turn me around. I still can't move my legs."
"What were you doing down there?" Frenzy asked.
"Nothing. What're you talking about?" Jazz replied.
"We were just playing a game!" Bumblebee yelled.
"Hey Bumblebee, we'll handle it," Optimus whispered.
"What in the hell is going on at this base?" Frenzy wondered.
"I told you these guys were weird," said Dr. Ratchet.
"What do you want Decepticons? Get out of here, or we'll start shooting at you!" Optimus yelled with his back behind the Decepticons.
"Oh yeah? You care to make that threat to my face?" asked Frenzy.
Optimus knew he couldn't turn around, "Uhgh…no."
"Yeah I didn't think so. Punk."
"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down guys. We didn't come here to fight. We just came to give back the prisoner," Starscream explained.
"Give him back? You can't give him back, you took him, a deal's a deal," said Jazz.
"Yeah, well forget it. We don't want him," Frenzy responded.
"Well, sorry, you can't have another prisoner. That was our last one," Optimus yelled.
"Hey dude, what's your problem?"
"Didn't your mama ever tell you it's impolite not to look at someone when you're talking to them?" Starscream asked.
"He's shy!" Bumblebee yelled.
"Shut up. Look, we don't want him back, and we don't care what you do with him. Now if you don't mind, we'd appreciate if you'd leave us alone. We're in the middle of something, kind of private over here," Optimus explained.
"That's sad. He is shy," Frenzy thought.
Frenzy and Dr. Ratchet began heading back to the Decepticon base.
"Fine, but don't come back asking for him later," said Starscream.
"We won't," replied Jazz.
"Last chance," said Frenzy.
"Beat it Decepticons!" Optimus yelled.
"Alright, we're going, we're going."
The three of them reassembled over at the hill.
"Man, I thought our team was obnoxious, but those guys are really rude," said Frenzy.
Starscream noticed Dr. Ratchet heading back to the base.
"Whoa, whey, hey, whoa, where do you think you're going?"
"Back to base with you guys. They don't want me over there…"
"Yeah, I don't think so," said Frenzy.
"What? You're not just going to leave me out here in the middle of nowhere... By myself?"
"Yeah. That's kind of the general idea," said Starscream.
"Not you too, right Frenzy? Old buddy? Huh?"
"Sorry, it's pretty clear that you're not very popular around here, and if I'm going to make any progress at all, I can't be directly associated with you. I'm sure you understand."
Back at the Autobot base, Jazz and Bumblebee were watching the Decepticons leave.
"What's going on? Are they there? Did they leave? Hey somebody tell me what's happening!" yelled Optimus.
"I don't know, I can't really see too clearly. I bet I could see better if I had that sniper rifle," said Jazz.
"Uh, Jazz? You might want to look behind you."
Jazz turned to see Bumblebee holding the sniper rifle in his hands.
"Mother fucker."
"Uh ooh Optimus, Optimus. Okay, I s, I see something... okay... uh the two Decepticons are walking away... uh... but the red and white one is..."
"I think he's going to attack," Galvatron said.
"Red and white? Oh, wait the red and white guy's that worthless medic," said Optimus.
"He's not going to attack, he's a pussy fest," Jazz commented.
"Pacifist."
"Ah, whatever, let's tie him up and roll him through the teleporter."
"Wait a second wait a second, think about this for a minute. Why would the Decepticons leave him out there by himself? This has to be some kind of trick."
"I'll bet they've used some kind of, brain washing technique on him. They're, they're probably planning, to have him do, all their dirty plans... and also the schemes…" suggested Bumblebee.
"Bumblebee, that is ridiculous," said Jazz.
"Is it? Or is it so ridiculous, it's the most ridiculously perfect idea, that you never thought of."
"No, just the regular kind ridiculous."
"Well just keep your eye on him. We'll know it's a trick if he tries to get in to our base," ordered Optimus.
"Hey guys, uh, do you think I could come and hang out at your base for a while?" asked Dr. Ratchet.
"I knew it... we're all going to die..." Bumblebee said as he pointed the sniper rifle at the back of Jazz's head.
"Starting with you!" said Galvatron.
"Sorry, but we're kind of busy here. So go away... or something," replied Jazz.
"Normally I wouldn't impose, it's just that I don't know the neighborhood too well, and" Dr. Ratchet began but Optimus cut him off.
"Listen Dr. Ratchet, you're not fooling anybody with that innocent victim routine."
"Hey uh I could help! I know more than just medicine! I'm trained in psychology too. Maybe I could help you with your problem facing people!"
"Just, get out of here! And tell your buddies, the Decepticons, that their little 'plan' failed."
"Well this is just great. I can't believe I failed outta medical school for this.
