221. Do not take a plate of food and smash it into Foxy/any human's face.

(Foxy: XD We just get worse and worse. This time we were visiting Sam and Mikaela, and we'd all gone to Burger King. I got my usual, and eventually forgot about it in favor of reading Gone With The Wind. XD Without looking up, I told Bee to 'hit me', ergo 'Whopper me', and what's he do? Gives me a faceful of Whopper. XD To make things worse, it wasn't even my Whopper he grabbed. XD It was Sam's, since the two of us got the same thing. He didn't even look at all guilty, probably because Sam and Mikaela were cracking up. I looked at him for a minute, then swiped some ketchup off my nose, put it on a lettuce leaf, then stuck the whole thing to Bee's hologram's forehead. XD It was my turn to laugh, and boy did I. I told Sam that he could have mine, but if he stole some of my fries I'd render him infertile. He whimpered softly, and I gave him an evil grin before leaving to get rid of the condiments.)

(Prowl: Were any of them stolen?)

(Foxy: And that's how you ask if someone's still fertile without actually saying it. Yes, Sam's still capable of reproducing. XD)

222. Foxy, for the last time, must you banter with Sideswipe while eating?

(Foxy: Ratchet must be getting fed up with me choking on stuff. XD It's not my fault, he usually starts it. The most recent one I can remember was when he told me my ass makes more sense then my face while I had a mouthful of mashed potatoes. XD I was not only choking on my food, but my laughter too. I got my revenge by spraying his hologram with potatoes. XD He shrieked loud enough to break a window, then the hologram instantly vanished. I laughed even harder and almost choked again. XD I swear, they're all out to kill me in some way. At least, if I don't do it to myself first. XD)

223. Ratchet is not a 'Wee-Woo'.

(Sides: Blame Foxy for this one. XD She gave herself a concussion, you really don't wanna know how, and it was like he'd sedated her. He had to drive to get to her, and he had his sirens on to get there faster. She must've heard it, because she looked around and I asked what was wrong. She- *laughs*- She told me she heard a wee-woo coming. I asked her what a wee-woo was, but she didn't answer me. Ratchet pulled up a few minutes later, and she points at his vehicle mode and goes, 'That's a wee-woo!'. I left at that point because Hatchet said I was laughing too hard to help. XD)

224. No attempting Mario Kart on the freeway.

(Foxy: *grins* It was incredible! I was Donkey Kong, Bee was Toad, Jazz was Luigi, Sides was Yoshi, Sunny was Waluigi, Blue was Wario, even Jolt played as Mario! ^^ It was the coolest thing ever, especially needing to dodge other humans' cars. They'd honk as we passed by, and a few people waved once they spotted our holograms of the characters. XD We'd wave back, and keep going. I was in the lead, and I was just about to put on a 'turbo boost' of speed when I spotted flashing lights coming up behind our group. While I was distracted, Jazz-sorry, Luigi, bumped me out of the way and stole the lead from me. He laughed, and I was stuck following him, running away from Prowl. XD Prowl eventually caught all of us though, and made us go back to base, where Ratchet scolded us with him. XD)

225. Foxy, absolutely no shooting tennis balls at a 'Con. Or Prowl.

(Foxy: *firing tennis balls at Starscream with her racket and sending them rebounding off his face, screaming angrily*)

226. Prowl does not like waffles, pancakes, or french toast.

(Foxy: Hey, Prowl!)

(Prowl: Oh, no.)

(Foxy: Do y'like waffles, Prowl?!)

(Prowl: *helmdesk* No, I don't like waffles.)

(Foxy: Do y'like pancakes, Prowl?!)

(Prowl: *servos over his audios* No, I don't like pancakes.)

(Foxy: Do y'like french toast, Prowl?!)

(Prowl: *whimpers* No, I don't like french toast.)

(Foxy: Di, di, di, di, he can't wait to get a mouthful!)

(Prowl: *raises helm and looks to the readers* *mouthes 'Save me.' before returning his helm to the desk*)

227. When the superiors are away, throwing parties is forbidden.

(Prowl: *glares at Jazz*)

(Jazz: Ey, wasn't me. I woulda invited ya, if it was me.)

(Prowl: Where is Foxy?)

(Jazz: Uhh… Tha's a good question, Prowler. Dunno.)

(Prowl: You mean you just lost your mate? When we're on a military base?)

(Jazz: Last I saw of 'er was… Hmm. Think she was slidin' down the railin'.)

(Prowl: *sigh* Not only do I need to put the two of you in the brig, but we need to find her first.)

(Jazz: Y'wanna go check Detroit?)

(Prowl:... Why Detroit?)

(Jazz: She figured tha's where she'd be, rechargin' in an awnin', or somethin'.)

(Prowl: Perhaps we should look around base, first.)

228. Annabelle must be under her parentals' or Ironhide's watch by nightfall. No exceptions, excuses, or explanations.

(Foxy: This one should be obvious. If Annabelle's not accounted for, and you're the last one that saw her, then Banana, AKA me, will be very, very, very angry, and you may find yourself waking up in the medbay with no memory of how you got there, and also no memory of how exactly your aft got clawed into ribbons.)

229. Justin Beiber doesn't just look like a lady, she is a lady.

(Prowl: Foxy, must you insist on bringing this human up continuously?)

(Foxy: Just making sure they know, Prowl. Just making sure they know.)

230. No creating a band, then participating in a 'Battle of The Bands'.

(Foxy: Prowl, you're just mad I didn't let you play keyboard. And you can't deny that we were good. Me on drums, Bee on keyboard, and Jazz on the electric guitar, Sides, Blue, and Sunny didn't stand a chance. I especially loved when we did Teenage Wasteland-Bee's fingers were flying!)

(Prowl: I am not angry that you didn't volunteer me against my will.)

(Foxy: Yeah, okay. *gives him a smile, then leaves*)

(Prowl: *waits until she's gone, then pouts a little* I would've been far superior to Bumblebee.)

231. No 'Dueling Banjos'.

(Foxy:.. Okay, so… huh. Who knew the sound of banjos piss Prowl off to the point of him actively seeking out the source of the twang, then destroying it if he finds a banjo? XD I was trying to learn how to play the banjo, and he came storming in. Before I could even ask what had crawled up his aft and died there he grabbed my banjo and started clubbing it against the floor. XD When I thought it was finally dead, that he'd sufficiently killed it, he pulled out his acid pellet gun and started firing on the remains of my banjo. XD Afterwards, he looked at me for a while without saying anything before walking out. XD I couldn't even get mad that he'd just destroyed my banjo! That was the rare sighting of 'Hulk-Prowl', and lemme tell you this: It's a little freaky. XD I'm slightly scared of Prowl now.)

232. To humans/Autobot holograms: Do not photocopy your aft, then fill Galloway's briefcase, vehicle, presentation, etc. with the images.

(Foxy: BWAHAHAHAHA! XD We're so horrible to that man, but he deserves it!)

(Jazz: Yup, 'e's an aft. Pretty big one, too. We're just makin' sure 'e knows it, Prowler. 'Sides, it's funny.)

(Foxy: His face when he saw Sides' aft-portrait! XD I thought he was gonna piss himself! XD He looked so horrified! We should keep a few of those around, play 'Whose aft is this?' sometime. XDXD)

233. Do not place human/canine waste in Galloway's shoes, vehicle, or suit.

(Foxy: *cackling wickedly* Jazz, you give me the greatest ideas!)

(Prowl: *glares at Jazz*)

(Jazz: Ey, wasn't me! Think I'm gonna touch tha' slag?! No way, Prowler.)

(Foxy: My Primus, Jazz! It's just shit! It's not toxic waste! XD I put one of Dexter's dirty diapers in his glove box, right on top of the napkins, so when he goes to scoop the shit out of his suit and shoes he'll get a handful of warm, wet, squidgy baby poo. XDXDXD *cackling again*)

(Jazz: See? Wasn't me! *looks over at Foxy, who topples to the floor laughing* Thinkin' I gotta real evil mate…)

(Prowl: What gave you that idea?)

234. No ventriloquist dummies on base.

(Foxy: Before people riot, Jeff Dunham's are fine. Just not around Red Alert or Prowl. XD Otherwise, any others are just creepy. They freak me out. I'll run screaming from the room, to be honest. XD They remind me of those Goosebumps books, the 'Night of The Living Dummy' ones? Good shit, those are freaky.)

235. If Foxy gets little sleep over a theory, there is no reason to be alarmed. That is merely the way she operates.

(Foxy: I tend to do this a lot, and it freaks Prowl out every so often how I'll just randomly fall into a dead sleep either standing up or sitting at the list of rules. XD I've warned him that I'm not initiating spontaneous combustion, just sleeping, but he just won't listen. Him and Red Alert. XD I'm not sure what freaks the two of them out more, my theory that we're related to horses, dogs, and cats because of our joint structure, or the fact that I can fall asleep at the most random of times, including standing up. XD)

236. There is a reason the Transformers cartoons were ended, canceled, etc.

(Foxy: The real Cybertronians don't think they really speak and act like their cartoon counterparts. XD I don't have the heart to tell the majority of them that they do. XD)

(Jazz: 'Least I ain't short in 'em. An' the dude doin' my voice in Animated is cool. *grins*)

(Foxy: *facepalms* Some of them, on the other servo…)

237. No trying to engage the Decepticons in a dance battle while on the battlefield.

(Foxy: Sometimes I really think I've got a death wish or something. I'm not talking about the 'Cons trying to shoot my ass, I'm talking about Ironhide throttling me after Ratchet's done. It actually worked, which is the freaky thing. XD Skywarp and Thundercracker joined in with me to Kesha's 'Blow', right in the middle of the battle! I kept trying to get more 'Cons to join the dance-off, but they just tried ignoring me or getting away from me as fast as possible. XD)

(Ratchet: You are the most idiotic, stupid slagging fried-processored femme-!)

(Foxy: I'll show myself to the brig now. 'Honey, I'm home!')

238. It's not truly known if Foxy's brilliantly stupid, or insanely intelligent.

(Foxy: Ratch, why don't you just say you can't figure out if I'm stupidly smart, or if I'm crazier then crazy. It gets the point across better.)

239. It is possible to trip over air.

(Foxy: Just ask Jazz. He sees me do it at least once daily.)

(Jazz: Prove it more'n tha'. *sniggers*)

(Foxy: Dude, I'm not that ba- *trips over seemingly nothing*)

(Jazz: *chuckling* Y'were sayin'? Tha's th' second time today. In five minutes.)

(Foxy: What the hell?! There's not even any loose floor for me to trip over, and I'm not wearing shoes so it's not the laces!)

240. If you let Foxy out of your sight then can't find her, you can only pray that she's found something harmless to entertain herself with.

(Jazz: Heya. So… remember Rule 227? Where we lost tha' crazy femme? Yeah… Found 'er in Que's lab, mixin' stuff up. Started runnin' fer cover when she comes out, bouncin' a giant bouncy ball. XD Thing's bigger 'en 'er helm.)

Hi guys... sorry about the freaky long wait. I've just had so much shit to take care of, and I was grounded from the computer, and i'm restricted to only an hour now... it's hell, put plainly. XD Anyways, a big thank you to Snowingroses for following the story and me, and also to JoySalvatore1 for following me! :) You guys bring light to the dark times of war. Forgive me? I'll update another set of rules to make up for it?

Anyways, I don't own the Transformers cartoons (wish I did, I saw a full DVD box set of the original '84 cartoon in FYE for 79 bucks, wanted it so bad it wasn't even funny!), nor do I own Mario Kart. ^^