Fried Circuits
Bladedancer worked away diligently. She had to be careful or else the tracking chip she is making will get destroyed. This was her 1005th try. If she fails… she will have to restart which isn't going to be pleasant, since it took forever for her to reach this step. The last step to finishing the chip, it took her 5 hours because she was a noob at making computer parts. The chip is her secret Santa present for Soundwave.
"Just one last little burn to close the shell," she whispered to herself. She lowered the burner… and… "AHHH!" she yelled as her intercom burst to life. Bladedancer froze as she smelt something burned. She looked down onto her work desk. "NOOOOO!" she wailed. The chip is history, burnt to crisp. Bladedancer glared at the screen. "Starscream, if you dare call again… PREPARE TO BE FRIED!" Bladedancer yelled, then she closed the intercom. She growled in frustration. "Oh well, back to square one," Bladedancer grumbled.