Doctor Feelgood.
"Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you (…)"– Robert Palmer "Bad case of lovin' you".
Warnings: cheesy, old doctor jokes.
Timing: my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Dietary requirements.
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Nemesis. Knockout's infirmary.
Knockout observed the readouts of the scan that he just performed on his latest patient. It was yet another Vehicon, which wasn't any surprise on a ship where vast majority of personnel was made up of Vehicons.
This particular Vehicon was complaining about poor physical condition, he was tired and sleepy. This could be caused by many factors, although in this particular case Knockout didn't have to ponder much about the reasons for his patient's poor health. It was crystal clear. This particular Vehicon just returned from two week long round of guarding duty in one of the many energon mines. The energon mine guarding duty was boring, tiresome and tedious.
"Your scan is clear. You're just tired." Knockout finally spoke to the Vehicon on his diagnostic table. "You feel so badly because you're exhausted so I am putting into your file recommendation for rest, so Starscream won't send you to yet another mine. You need to rest for couple of days, relax a bit and make sure to get nourished properly."
"Does that mean a diet?" Vehicon rose slowly from the table.
"Just supplementation. You need to get some additional minerals to replenish your levels." Knockout picked a can from one of the shelves and handed it to the Vehicon. "Add this to your energon, quarter of a flute per one medium cube." He took a tablet and began to type in it. "You need to ingest some healthy energon, not that unrefined junk you had down there, no unhealthy additions that clog your fuel pump. Only easy to process blends that won't burn through your tank."
"What about High Grade?" Vehicon asked with note of hope in his voice.
"Oh yes, naturally." Knockout nodded ignoring the almost beaming Vehicon. "You can bring me any amount."
TBC.
I'm not sure how well this joke translates from Polish to English, but I'm kind of font of it.