And I'm here again!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: T
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Doctor Knock Out's office, how must I help you?
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He was busy.
Well, the good doctor was always busy, but today was busier than most.
The sleek red sports car tapped the data pad, a steady welding sound behind him. Both he and Breakdown were up to their necks in repair work. Some of the drones had been bickering with each other again and it had, as usual, escalated into a full fistfight between two fleets of Vehicons. The medic truly hated fixing wounds that were not, in any way, work-related (unless they were racing scrapes, he loved fixing those!).
Breakdown put down the tool he had been using and ushered the fixed drone out of the med bay.
The medic updated the said Vehicon's records and withheld a sigh. No time for racing today, again.
"NEXT!" He hollered.
A Vehicon walked in, clearly unsure of his decision.
"And what is wrong with you today?" Knock Out asked annoyed.
The drone shuffled on his pedes.
"…"
"Speak up, I don't have all day."
"…I feel kinda down…. You know…"
The medic stared at the patient, a bored look in his optics. "No, I don't. Elaborate."
"I…." The drone poked his fingers together, gaze directed to the floor. "I… I kinda have lost my interest in battling… I… I don't want to fight anymore… "
"…I see," Knock Out said calmly, a smile creeping up to tug at the edges of his mouth. He hadn't expected this. "Well, my assistant and I know just the thing. BREAKDOWN!"
"Yeah?" The bulky mech said straightening up from leaning against the wall.
"Get the circular saw working! This patient needs a new CPU!"
The drone fainted on the spot, hitting the floor with a loud clang.
"Oh," Knock Out mused, shadowing over the drone, "we don't even need to use anesthetic~"
His day had been saved.
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