Soundwave Meets the Internet
AN: Okay, first before you read, I just want to say how sorry I am about not updating last weekend! I'm really, really, really sorry! Anyways, back to more important stuff. This story is rated M for lots of cursing and well, you'll see. The video is called Mrs. Brickles. I recommend you don't watch it unless your over the age of 14.
The door flew open. Standing inside was a tired looking Soundwave. His face may have been covered, but his slouching posture and smudgy armor, proved that the mech had just gotten out of bed.
"Good morning!" It was that one mech. The one who always likes to sell stuff to Megatron, he doesn't normally choose sides, but apparently he had a good reason too. Dang it what was his name?
"The names Swindle, but friends call me 'Cash'."
Oh, so that's his name. Yes, Soundwave defiantly remembers him. Like his name says Swindle often scams bots out of their hard worked credits with shiny toys and smooth talking.
Soundwave despised dishonest bots, especially those who disrespects Lord Megatron. Soundwave was already in a bad mood, and this joker was making it worse.
"Listen Anus, because I suspect that there's a mommy out there who will miss bleaching your skid, mark shit-catchers. I'm going to let you slip out of here alive!"
Purple optics widen at the mech's aged voice. Swindle would have suspected that Soundwave had a voice chip problem if it wasn't for the mountains being drawn on his violet screen.
A recording of an old lady? What type of sweet, elderly woman would curse like that?
Pulling on a tolerant smile, Swindle continued his scam, speaking in a confident kind voice. That's always the way to get costumers. "I bet your wondering why I have come to you beautiful quarters."
"I'm wondering if my television would fit up your saggy ass."
The neutral ignored this of course. Never allow a costumer's tone to get the best of you, even if you want to strangle them. "I have come to introduce you my favorite product!" He preceded to un-subspace a blue cube, "with just a few clicks of a button, you can have processed Energon in less than five klicks! 'Cause, let's face it, Energon is on high demand."
Soundwave shifted his arm into a gun, "Your voice gives me a urinary tract infection."
With an angry boom, Swindle was left on the unconscious on the ground. He may have been the most annoying mech in existence, but Megatron still needed him.
"Dick bag."
AN: Okay, I'm sorry about the curses and stuff. I was showing a friend of mine this video and she thought it was hilarious. I don't own Mrs. Brickles, or anything else that was mention in this story.
Again if you want to watch the video you can, but I warn you that I am in no way responsible for what you might see. The video is for older teens and adult. Watch at your own risk.
Sorry again for not updating last weekend, it was pretty crazy XD. Hope you guys like this chapter. Love you guys!