Twitch

After a quick run to his workshop to overengergize himself with an electric explosion, Wheeljack ran to the elevator and began furiously punching the button, jumping about and twitching. After what seemed like forever (to a hyper inventor), the doors opened, revealing Smokescreen and Trailbreaker.

"Hey guys," said Wheeljack, managing to still himself. "What's up?" They just looked at him as his head snapped to the side for an instant. He looked like he had a nervous tic.

Trailbreaker looked at the twitching Autobot and said, "...Wheeljack, are you feeling all right?"

An arm jerked forward and was restrained. "Yeah, I"m perfectly fine. Why?" He seemed to trip on air and almost fall, but he caught himself and stood up straight.

"You're twitching like you've got a glitch in your motor circuits," Smokescreen said bluntly.

"What, this?" Wheeljack held up a hand and showed them his various digits moving around frantically. "It's no— Whoa!" His arm jumped up as if he was raising his hand to answer a question, and he used the other to pull it back down. "It's nothing. It's all under control." His other arm momentarily stuck out from his side in a motion that disproved his words.

They were joined by Grapple on the next floor, who looked questioningly at Trailbreaker, who shook his head and mouthed, "Don't ask." Grapple tried not to take notice of Wheeljack's twitching which was becoming larger. He elbowed Smokescreen, who scowled and moved as far away as he could. Trailbreaker got a kick in the shin and sidled away.

By the time Wheeljack was leaving, he looked like he was having a seizure of sorts while trying to dance erratically. The three let in the elevator tried to pretend they never saw it, trying to convince themselves it was another side effect of an explosion. They'd heard from a few others that some bots among them had been pulling pranks recently.

The twitching stopped the instant Wheeljack opened the door. "Dude, I thought the twitch was real. I heard an explosion," Sunstreaker said.

Wheeljack shrugged. "I could've controlled it. I used some extra juice to make it jerkier, though."

Everybody applauded his genius; Sideswipe stuck a sign on Wheeljack's back that said, "KICK THE JERK". Jazz obliged, and Wheeljack fell over. They all started laughing, and after a tense moments, he joined in.

"Okay, let's stop with the joking," said Darkflight. "I'm up next, right? Good." She headed to the elevator, and Jazz suddenly said, "I call the next one."

"You can't do that!" Sunstreaker said. "It's against the rules!"

"If I recall," Sideswipe piped up, "there are no rules for Prank Week except that a prankster or pranksters go around pranking people all week. Technically, he can call the next one."

Jazz smiled and looked at their prank list. "If that rule stands, or doesn't exist, however you prefer to say it, then I also call numbers 20, 25, and 29."

Sunstreaker frowned, but ran some calculations in his head. "You would've done 29 anyway."

"If he can call some, then I want number 17 and—"

Sundtreaker put a hand up. "Wheeljack, we have to get this all written down. Just let Sideswipe handle it, since he's our rulemaster."

"Aw, WHAT?"

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I think their pattern will stay the same, meaning they'll continue, but Jazz will miss his next turn. I don't know if that will let everyone have it even, though... So yeah. Suggestions? I willingly take them, though I won't always implement them. Don't forget to review! I live on your review! *eats a review* Yum.