Whoo! CHAPTER TEN! *blows noisemaker* I love getting to chapter 10 in a story, gives me hope that it shall be finished.

And maybe even a sequel.

... Nah. I do sequels too much. I think for once, just to switch it up, I'll have a finished story that's... actually... FINISHED. One installment. LOL

To celebrate, Stacie's part is exactly 205 words more than Aspen's!

... Ok, well, that's just the way it turned out, but take it or leave it.

I'VE BEEN WAITING SINCE THIS THING BEGAN TO WRITE THIS PART FOR ASPEN.

Also, I love the relationships between A) Aspen and Mirage, and B) Stacie and Skywarp. It's just too funny since I love Mirage and Skywarp, and Aspen and Stacie are perfectly suited as friends for the both of them!

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Ok, so I have a few more ideas for this, but because I want to keep it going for as long as I can, I need a few more to flesh out the plot a little. Also, I need to keep up my promise of romance. XD So, if you have an idea that would go well in this crazy stew, leave it as a review or PM me and I'll see what I can do! (The plus side: beggars can't be choosers. I'll probably use your idea at some point lol.)

Also, HOW obvious is it that I've been watching Transformers Animated? Obvious enough for you to hear Tom Kenny, uh, screaming as Starscream?

Or, or how about the "visage" joke? Did that tip you off? LOL

Megs: Stop staring at me.

Screamer: No, YOU stop staring at ME.

Megs: Do you really believe I want to spend the rest of eternity gazing at your unsightly visage?

Screamer: Trust me, your visage is no picnic either. And your face is ugly too!

Me: Screamer, if you were a human you'd be blonde. *runs away*

Blurr: Thereisnowaythatcouldevenbea possibilityunlessyouwererefe rringtoholoforms - ohIseewhatyoudidthere! *chases Starscream*

Well, enjoy, my little readerlings! :D

Everyone was confused at first, but Optimus - ever the wonderful and compassionate mech - plucked me off his leg and allowed me to collapse onto my ass in his hand. "Aspen? What are you talking about? What's wrong?"

Ratchet poked me. "She must have a glitch, Optimus. Here, let me take her into med bay. I'm sure it's perfectly fixable."

"Ooh, Sparky glitchin'."

"I called it. Didn't I call it?"

"Knew she was gonna crack."

"Yep, jus' a matter'a time."

Mirage took me away and held me up in the air by my shirt collar. "Non capisco, she was fine when I drove her. Lo guiro! What could have caused the glitch?"

"I'M NOT GLITCHING!" I shouted, waving my arms and legs around and trying to get away from my guardian. "I FIXED IRONHIDE AND I WAS GONNA LEAVE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN HE JUST CAME BACK TO LIFE LIKE A FUCKING ZOMBIE AND HE TRIED TO SHOOT ME BUT I HAVEN'T REPLACED HIS GUNS YET SO THAT'S WHY I'M NOT DEAD AND CAN TELL YOU!"

...

Mirage walked me over the the Autobot leader. "Dieci secondi netti," he announced, looking like he was holding back a laugh.

I landed back in Optimus's palm. "Ten seconds? She could give Blurr a run for his money - has anybody seen Blurr since he got here, anyway?"

Ratchet quirked an eye ridge. "Did she get into the high-grade? I thought I locked that cabinet. Sideswipe?" He glared pointedly at the silver mech.

"What? Don't look at me! I only do stuff that's funny." He pointed at me. "This, this isn't funny."

"Would you guys just listen to me!" I wailed. "I'm not making this up! Why the hell would I lie about something like this, it freaked me out!"

While I was busy throwing a tantrum, there were rumbling footsteps coming from the direction of my off-limits room. Lo and behold, Ironhide raced into the room, and pointed his nonexistent gun at me. "I demand to know what just happened! I thought I was in the Pit!"

I shrieked and scuttled up Optimus's arm to hide on his shoulder. "I didn't do anything! I don't know what happened! Please don't squash me like a bug!"

I think everyone's eyes/optics widened at that point. "Ironhide!" Ratchet exclaimed. "But you - this can't be - you were dead!"

Ironhide snorted and put his arm down. "And you're a dungeon master masquerading as a doctor, and Mirage is probably gay with a secret mechfriend. Are we done pointing out the obvious?"

I heard Mirage mutter something about "Pff, essendo morto evidentemente non l'ha cambiato, il bugiardo...", but I decided to ignore him for now. No point in scolding him, he'd just say/do what he wanted.

With me still on his shoulder, Optimus walked closer. "Ironhide...? Is that really you?"

I squished myself closer near Optimus's audio sensor. "It's him. I think I would know, I've been putting him back together for the lash two months! I told you I wasn't lying!"

"Wait, so..." The scar over Ironhide's optic arched. "I wasn't in the Pit? Then where was I? It was completely black."

I shrugged and crawled down Optimus's arm, feeling just a little safer now that he'd put his arm and imaginary bullets down. "Maybe you were in limbo. You know, neither here nor there. Neither alive nor dead."

Ratchet looked at me. "What happened, Aspen? I need to know everything."

I shook my head, sitting down in the leader's servo. "I... I don't know. I finished everything, and I... touched his scar." I was expecting Ironhide to growl at me for that, but he didn't so I just blushed and moved on. "And then I got upset, and I reached out and... touched... his chest... and when I got to the ground..."

"Where did you touch? Show me exactly."

"Umm..." I reached out and placed my hand in the center of Optimus's chestplates. "Right here, in the middle. Over the place where the plates fit together."

Ratchet quickly offlined then onlined his optics, and they were wide. "Over the spark chamber?"

Not thirty seconds after Ratchet had a mini breakdown, I was whisked to the med bay, and Ironhide had gone outside the base. He didn't come back for the entire thirty minutes I was there, though I did learn some interesting things... about myself.

Optimus was by the berth, and he was the only one who had been allowed in with me. The others were probably crowded around the door, trying to see if they could hear anything through the cracks. Ratchet was in holoform and had taken a sample of my blood, while Optimus remained in bipedal mode and allowed me to wrap my hand around one of his fingers. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, his optics briefly flickering to Ratchet and his data screen.

I shifted; my back hurt already. "A little. But I'm a big girl, I can take it. As long as he doesn't need more," I giggled.

There was a faint ghost of a smile, then Optimus turned to the medic. "Ratchet? Have you found anything out?"

"These readings are ridiculous. I can barely decipher them." He was busy pulling sheets of paper out of the data screen printer, and he looked confused as all hell. "I mean, once I understand what they mean... I still don't know what to think!"

"What do they say?"

He shook his head and turned back to us, waving a sheet. "According to these readings, there is energon in her blood."

Both Optimus and I stared at Ratchet. Just stared. "So..." I pointed at myself. "I'm part alien?"

"She's a halfling?" Optimus echoed.

"No, there isn't any trace of Cybetronian DNA. You're completely human, Aspen, down to the last slagging chromosome..." He slammed the sheets down. "See? This is ridiculous. Even you think so. I mean, don't you think that if she had energon and blood, there'd be some Cybertronian in her? Another thing I can't figure out is why the energon isn't poisoning her if she's not a halfling."

"I have poison in my blood." I hissed. "Why did none of my doctors - oh wait. I haven't been to a doctor since I was freshly spanked right after I was born." I laid back. "In fact, I don't think I've been to a doctor in the last twenty years, give or take. My parents stop taking their kids to the doctor when we're, like, five. They're weird. And I'm hardly ever sick, so I never go on my own."

"That explains why no medical professionals ever caught it." Ratchet scratched his head, looking at the readouts again. "It may not have begun to manifest until you were a youngling."

"A who now?"

"Teenager," he sighed, sitting down. "But it still doesn't explain why the energon isn't causing sepsis in your bloodstream. It's a toxin to humans! There's as much energon in your blood as there is - well, actual blood. It's a fifty/fifty ratio, almost exactly, from that one sample. It's unbelievable. I don't see how you're not dead right now."

"You know, I didn't see it before, but you have a terrible bedside manner. Wanna throw a wrench at me? Mirage told me it's how you relieve the stress of having patients."

"It's funny how you're naive enough to think I won't," Ratchet mumbled, turning back around. "Look, anyway, I think the energon and her own blood had some sort of... reaction."

"Reaction?" Optimus repeated.

"Yes. Because she's got energon in her without Cybertronian DNA to go along with it. It certainly isn't predictable, as it's never happened before, but... it seems to produce an effect mimicking the Matrix of Leadership. That's what allowed Ironhide to come back online, because she touched over his spark chamber."

I pushed myself up on my elbows. "Then how come that didn't happen when I first touched him?"

"Well, from what I can tell, the effect is connected to your emotions." He pushed his glasses up, then crossed his arms. "Back there, all of your anger, frustration, and sadness reached a high point, and apparently it was high enough to trigger the merge of energon and blood to form the effect."

"But how did it happen if all my blood's still in my body? Wouldn't it have to touch him?"

"Now, see, there's another thing I can't figure out. I'm thinking it might be the energon. In this case, it would be able to naturally draw itself out, but it wouldn't be able to form the necessary reaction without the combination of your blood."

"Perhaps," Optimus offered, "it's much like our procreation, but in one body. The energon may have also allowed the blood to draw out with it."

"There isn't anything on my hands, though."

Ratchet groaned, letting his head fall into his hands. "I need more time to figure all this out. Look, why don't you two go for now? I'll call you back if I need anything else. Jolt!" he called, into the other room. "Come in here and shock me, it's going to be a long night!"

I raised an eyebrow as Optimus helped me off the berth. "By 'shock', please tell me he doesn't mean-"

"Electrically. It's a bit of a... dependence he's developed."

"Oh, good. But we're still getting outta here."

He carried me out of the bay and set me down on the floor. "What are you going to do now, Aspen?"

I straightened myself out and saluted, then began to walk toward the door. "I'm going to go talk to Ironhide."

I marched myself outside and saw Ironhide leaning against the building, looking up at the sky. I briefly wondered if these guys could look at the sun without going blind, but I shook it away in favor of deeper thoughts and walked over to lean myself up against the wall beside him. "Hey, 'Hide," I said softly, trying to make my entrance as subtle as possible. (Big stretch, I know.)

At first I thought he hadn't heard me, but after a minute he looked down at me. I noticed the look in his optics was less rough than it had been before. "What is your name?"

I took a step closer. "Aspen Singletary. You'd be surprised how many nicknames you can get out of that, by the way. Wheelie and Leadfoot call me Aspie, and everyone else either calls me As or Pen. Or just Aspen, because Optimus is respectful."

"Aspen. I think I'll call you Asp. A little thing, but dangerous if she has enough fire in her." He reached down and offered up his servo. "Climb on."

I did, and he lifted me up so we were at eye level with each other. "You want to talk?" I asked, sitting down and curling myself around one finger.

"I don't know what else to say but thank you." With his other hand he stroked a finger down my shoulder. "This life means the world to me. When we were betrayed, I assumed everyone else would be killed. But my greatest friends are still here, and even if I hadn't gone to the Pit, it would have been agony waiting for them."

I hugged his finger. "Aww, well... I didn't know what I was even doing."

"No." He shook his helm. "I don't believe that. You may not have known that what you did was going to bring me back, but you knew what you were doing. And I thank you for it. There are not many who would give scrap about someone like me."

"Hey, you're not so bad. Ratchet's worse than you. He just threatened to throw a wrench at me. The scary part is, if I said one more annoying thing, I think I would've made an honest mech out of him."

He chuckled. "Well, I'm a bit... what is it the humans say? Rough around the edges."

"That doesn't mean you deserved to die like that." I scurried off his servo, up to his shoulder. "Everybody loved you. I could see it. I don't think it would have ever been the same for them if you weren't here." I nestled myself near his audio receptor. "Just because you're a little tough on the outside, that doesn't mean you don't have a good spark. I can tell you're a good mech. And I'm usually not wrong about these things."

"You are a strong-willed one, aren't you?" He collected me back up in his hand, and brought me closer to his face. "I will never forget what you did for me, Aspen. From now on, you and I share a bond."

"Ratchet told me that's the equivalent of robo-marriage."

"Why, that old...! I mean... there are different types of bonds. That one he told you about is called a sparkbond and is for sparkmates." He moved his servo, and I moved accordingly, till I was sitting with my legs dangling, on one outstretched finger. "The one you and I share... it's different. It's not a sparkmates' bond, and it's not a family bond. It's... somewhere in between. Similar to the bond between a guardian and their charge."

"Like what me and Mirage have, you mean? Yeah, I think I get it." I flipped one leg over the other side, leaned back, and then amused myself with hanging upside down from his finger. Then I grinned at him. "We're friends."

He smiled at me, and let me stay there. "You saved my life, Asp. We are not sparkmates, but we are more than friends."

"I can't watch! I can't watch!"

The one I could clearly recognize as Skywarp threw his servos over his optics and began shaking. I wanted to do something, but what could I do? If I stayed between those two and Starscream, I'd get crushed!

Immediately, just before the femme's servo collided with Starscream's faceplates, I jumped out of the way, landing on the ground and rolling. I quickly got up as the liar charged my friend, and would have been stepping on me if I stayed there. I ran to the side and darted behind Skywarp's leg. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I whimpered, clinging to the metal.

"G-Get off!" Skywarp cried, shaking his leg.

I held tight, and screamed. "Make it sto-o-o-o-op! I'm gonna be sick!"

"Let go, you're scary!" he shouted, still shaking his leg.

"So are you!" I retorted, wrapping myself around him even tighter.

All of a sudden he stopped, then bent down and picked me up. He was careful about it, and still trembling, grasping my collar with two fingers like he was afraid I was going to suddenly attack. "... I'm not scary. I'm a perfectly nice guy. You, you're scary! You're so little, who knows what kind of my systems you could get into and chew through?"

I couldn't help blurting out a giggle. "I don't eat metal!"

The confused look on his faceplates was almost too much. "You, um... you don't?"

"Of course not! Silly bot. If I ate your wires I'd probably die of poison, if electrocution didn't get me first. Besides, I wouldn't climb inside you anyway. I don't like small spaces."

"Oh... so you... don't have the insatiable urge to feast on my delicious circuitry?"

I almost burst out laughing. "No way! Who gave you that idea?"

"Ramjet told me humans were techno-vampires. He's the one who has his pede shoved up Starscream's aft right now."

"He's a liar. I don't think you should listen to him. Most humans don't eat technology. And those that do... well, they're weirder than I am. I'm not that weird."

"Oh... okay."

"Do you, um, think we should maybe help Stars?"

"W-What?" He dropped me, but thankfully I landed on a particularly bouncy patch of grass and didn't hurt my head. "Oh no, I-I'm not getting between Slipstream and her grudges! There are some lessons you don't need to learn more than once!"

"Yeah, well, I don't think I've learned that lesson." He tried to pull me back, but I rushed over to grab Starscream's leg. "C-Come on you guys - y-you don't wanna beat him up!"

The liar, Ramjet, snickered, but really made no move to stop. "She's right, Slipstream! We don't wanna beat him up."

The femme, Slipstream, looked down at me and scoffed before smacking my buddy across the face. "You idiot! Yes we do!"

"I didn't know that!" Ramjet delivered another kick to Starscream's aft.

"Ow! Hey!" Starscream stumbled back, nearly knocking me over in the process. "Have some decency, there's an organic femme here!"

"Won't be for long." Before I could even get back on my feet, Slipstream's arm was pointed at me, and it was glowing with what appeared to be a laser blast. "Let me just take aim, and..."

I yelped and curled into a ball, throwing my hands over my head. "N-No, please! Don't shoot!"

"Don't worry, we won't!" I heard Ramjet exclaim. Wow. Way to make me feel better, liar.

I heard a whoosh, and suddenly I was scooped up into somebody's servo. Their other servo was on top, and at first I thought it was Starscream, rushing from the danger of his siblings to rescue his little human pet. But when the top servo was removed and I looked up, I was surprised to see Skywarp clutching me to his chestplates, still shaking and probably close to tears by this point.

Slipstream growled and pointed her laser at him. "Give it back, Skywarp. Right. Now."

He looked down at me, scared as anything, then made a noise that sounded like he was swallowing. "N... No."

She snarled. "Yes. Before I blast you along with it, you rusty coward!"

"N-No," he repeated, holding me closer. "I-I won't let you h-hurt my new friend. Y... You're a b-bully, Slipstream. A-And she's not an it, sh-she's a her. Sh-She was scared too, so... so I-I'm not going to let you hurt her."

She hissed, but disengaged her laser. "You know what? Fine, you leaking little scrap heap. Keep your toy. I hope it chokes you while you're in recharge." And she stalked off, though nobody followed her.

We all stood there for a minute, then Skywarp gave me a worried look. "Y-You wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't even dream of it, Skywarp. Can, uh... can you put me down?"

"Oh... s-sure. U-Um, sorry." He carefully lowered me to the ground and I hopped off onto the grass. "I-I don't know w-what came over me..."

"It's okay! You probably just saved my life. Thanks a lot." I walked over to Starscream, who'd finally been given a break and was now lying on the ground, venting heavily. "Stars! Hey, are you alright?"

"I... I've been dented!" he wailed. Good to know he wasn't freaking out. "In so many places! Femme, you have the capacity to fix this, right?"

I looked up from my Seeker friend and pouted. "Man, she traumatized the poor thing." I glanced up at the other two, the blue one and the orange one, who'd just been standing there staring up till now. "Is she always like that?"

The blue one scoffed. "She is far inferior to me. I can control my temper."

I giggled. "You must be Thundercracker. Stars told me about you."

"Is that how you knew my name?" Skywarp asked, sitting down by the bridge.

"Yup. But, um, I guess he didn't mention Slipstream or Ramjet, or you," I added, pointing at the orange one.

He grinned, bowing. "Sunstorm at your service. I am humbled to stand before such a rare and delicate creature as yourself."

Starscream briefly raised his head. "Shut up, you kiss-aft. You'll make us all regurgitate." Then he resumed mourning over his new dents.

I swallowed, backing up toward Skywarp. I was always wary of anyone who seemed a little too nice, ever since... (1) "I, um, hi. I-I guess I should introduce myself to everyone at once... I'm Stacie Woods. My friends call me Stace... but I prefer Stacie... u-um, you know, actually, you guys can just call me whatever you want..."

"Anastacia?" Sunstorm chuckled. "Is that not what you were originally named with? I just looked at a website and it listed Stacie as a shorter version of that name."

"Uh, yeah... I don't really use my full name, but I mean, if you want..."

"Yes! A beautiful and elegant name is only proper for such a lovely visage, if I may say so."

Skywarp nearly choked. "S-Sunstorm! D-Don't talk about her like th-that!"

The flattery was instantly forgotten as I started laughing. "Skywarp!"

"W-What? He was referring to you c-crudely!"

"Warp. I don't think 'visage' means what you think it means."

"O-Oh..."

I shook my head and looked down at Starscream again. They kinda did bang him up pretty bad. "Hmm..." I glanced over at Megatron. "Um, Lord Megatron, do, uh, I mean, would you mind if I fixed these dents before doing any more work on rebuilding?"

He offlined his optics. "Do what you please, femme. I'm going into recharge. I can't tolerate much more of this idiocy right now."

I shrugged. "Have a nice nap, I'm sure I'll be working on you by the time you come out of it."

He said nothing more to me, and I assumed he fell back into recharge.

"I'll be right back, Starscream." I gave him a smile, then stood up. "Hey Skywarp? Follow me a second, there's somebody I want you to meet."

He followed me, over to where Laserbeak was keeping an eye on Controller. The little Seeker was yet again trying to fly, but the most he could get was about two inches off the ground. He wasn't ready yet; Starscream would have to teach him when he was ready, but he said that Seekers usually couldn't access their flight systems until they were at least five stellar cycles old. They would be at the entering the sparkling phase then, and Starscream said our little hatchling was so close to his fifth birthday.

That was also when they would start talking, hopefully. I was nearly in anguish waiting for the day when that would happen. But Starscream said you can't rush any of these things, and everything would come when it was time for it to come.

(Decepticons don't care about their young, my foot. You ought to see how much of a mother hen Starscream is around the baby...)

I knew that when Controller noticed me coming, he would always let out a stream of clicks and scamper over to me. I knelt down, and when he jumped I caught him tightly in my arms as he started to lick my face. (It surprised me the first time - okay, okay, it scared me silly - but Starscream just snickered at me and explained that it was the way hatchlings show affection, like a human baby blowing a raspberry on your cheek or trying to give you a kiss.) "Aw hey there, did you miss me? Huh, did you miss your mommy?" I giggled, nuzzling my nose against his nasal plating. "Mommy missed you too!"

"Is that a sparkling?" Skywarp sounded positively awestruck. "Wow! I haven't seen many. They don't bite, do they?"

"Oh, only when their dental components are coming in." Controller scurried around me until he was on top of my head, and hissed at Skywarp. "Hey now." I took him off and cradled him in my arms. "I think he's got most of his, so he doesn't really bite. He's usually pretty well-behaved, isn't he, Laserbeak?"

"Oh yes. The only thing he ever does without you is try to take flight."

"Yeah, he's a good boy. His name's Controller. He's almost done with his hatchling stage, I think." I looked up at Skywarp, then blinked. I was reluctant, but... "Do you, um, want to hold him?"

"O-Oh!" Skywarp tapped his fingertips together, looking nervous again. "I-I've never held a sparkling. I w-wouldn't want to... hurt him..."

I smiled, standing up and holding Controller out toward my new friend. "You won't."

He was definitely about as hesitant to take the hatchling from me as I was to let go of him, but slowly, surely, Skywarp reached down with one servo and let me place Controller in his palm. I felt a little anxiety come over me as he lifted Controller up toward his faceplates, but I just swallowed my fear. I knew there was no way Skywarp would allow any harm to come to the baby - especially with me watching him like hawk. (No offense, Laserbeak.)

Finally, after a minute of just staring at him, I saw Skywarp's lip components twitch upward, and I could see a less frightened gaze in his optics. His whole air seemed to relax a little bit, in fact. "He... He's small."

I grinned. "He's only half my size, and you picked me up, didn't you?"

"Yes..." He laughed a little when Controller rubbed his cheek against his palm, seeming content to curl up there and take a nap. "D-Does he, um, need to recharge?"

"He might, he's been up a while." For a minute we were all quiet, and the music from my boombox seemed louder than ever to fill the gap.

"The tricky thing is yesterday, we were just children

Playing soldiers, just pretending

Dreaming dreams with happy endings

In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords

But now we've stepped into a cruel world

Where everybody stands and keeps score

Keep your eyes open

Everybody's waitin' for you to break down

Everybody's watchin' to see the fallout

Even when you're sleepin', sleepin'

Keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes... open

So here you are, two steps ahead and..."

"I think he needs something." Skywarp's brow creased, unsure of what he was supposed to do. "W-What do I do?"

"He might be hungry," I suggested. "Hey Stars, do we have any energon available?"

"You've got to be kidding me!" He didn't move. "I just fed him two joors ago!"

"I would get hungry in that time," I giggled. "And besides, you're not supposed to make a schedule. You feed them when they're hungry, not when they're expected to be hungry."

"Fine, then there is none."

I heard Thundercracker scoff. "Who spit in your high-grade this morning, Starscream?"

"YOUR FEMME CREATOR, AFTWIPE!"

"We have the same femme creator, you slagger!"

"No we don't!"

"Everybot's had enough of YOU, Ramjet!" I heard Starscream hiss.

I frowned, looking up at Skywarp. "Um, well... maybe he's not hungry."

"Hey, idiot mechs!" I heard Slipstream coming this way. "My radar's picking up other Decepticons! Let's get going!"

"I'm dented!"

"You're still going!"

"Go, Stars," I called. "I'll fix you when you get back, I promise."

I heard the noise of transforming, then the sound of jets zooming off. It sounded like all of them had flown off at once, but... "Get your aft in alt mode, Skywarp!"

Skywarp started trembling again and looked over at Slipstream before looking down at me. Clearly he was torn between listening to his sister and staying here to possibly be slagged when she got back.

I spun around, but the look on the femme's faceplates prevented me from taking any actual steps. "U-Um, I need his help here."

She raised an eye ridge, though it didn't make her look any less angry. "With what?"

"He, he, um, uh, he needs to look after Controller while I'm building."

"I thought you had the bird-brained annoyance for that."

Just when I thought all hope was lost and Skywarp was going to have a panic attack, Laserbeak saved the day. "I can't wash the hatchling," he spoke up, flapping his wings. "I'm not exactly equipped for that."

She snarled at me, but transformed and flew off without another word.

I let out a breath and glanced over at Laserbeak, then at Skywarp. "That... was a close one."

Ah... here are more Italian translations, because Mirage is a jerk-bot.

Non capisco = I don't understand

lo guiro! = I swear!

dieci secondi netti = ten seconds flat

Pff, essendo morto evidentemente non l'ha cambiato, il bugiardo = Pff, being dead clearly didn't change him, the liar

ALSO...

(1) = SINCE WHAAAAT?! Don't worry readerlings, all shall be explained in time... just trying to give the girls more of a background, and I immediately got some inspiration for Stacie's...

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