FORE!
By: Stealiana
A\N: I do not own Transformers, and this uses the Armada characters. But trust me, you don't need to know a whole lot about Armada to get a laugh… I swear…
CHAPTER 2
Hot Shot pulls another cookie out of his Ziploc baggie, as he listens to Carlos finish explaining how to play.
"So, like, basically all you do, man, is just hit the ball with the club and it goes in the hole. It's a piece of cake, dude. Like, even my little sister could play."
Starscream finally shows up, a bag of human clubs in his hand. Megatron stares.
"That's the BEST you could FIND?" Starscream frowns.
"The Pro Shop is a rip-off! And they didn't sell anything bigger, anyway." He dumps the bag on the ground. Red Alert picks up a club and examines it.
"Wow, the all-new titanium hollowed shaft for the perfect tee shot!" Starscream snickers.
"Yea, I'm sure Red Alert knows all about hollow shafts…" Megatron bursts out laughing. Red Alert throws the club at Starscream, hitting him right between his optics. Starscream falls to the ground, kicking and screaming. With a snarl, Megatron pulls back his fist.
"You'll pay -!" Carlos steps in-between holding his palms up.
"Whoa, dudes, not right now. You guys have a lot of holes to play, you know. Eighteen." Starscream rubs his forehead as he climbs back to his feet.
"I don't think Megatron can handle eighteen. He might get… worn out." Megatron glares at Starscream.
"What are you implying, Starscream? You don't think I have the STAMINA to do eighteen holes? Are you INSULTING ME, YOUR LEADER?"
"Of course not. Sir." Starscream smirks and turns. "Who goes first?"
Carlos scratches his head.
"Well, uh, I guess it doesn't matter, man. I mean, you're playing teams, right?" All the robots nod. "Well, then whichever dude scores better will count as the team's score for that hole." Starscream snickers.
"I think I score the best out of all of you. At least, with the ladies." He ducks as Megatron swings a fist in his direction. "But Red Alert scores all the points with the guys, right Megatron?"
Megatron lunges at Starscream's throat, screaming:
"I'm going to rearrange your circuits and you won't be scoring with ANYONE FOR A LONG TIME! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
Carlos whacks Megatron's foot with a golf club in an attempt to get his attention.
"YO MEGS!" After ten thwacks or so, Megatron finally turns around.
"Hrrmm?"
"You guys ready to start or what?" Megatron grudgingly stops beating Starscream and picks up his driver. Starscream smirks.
"You're holding it upside down." Megatron glares back at him.
"I was merely… examining it to be sure it was in top condition! Do I have to explain EVERYTHING to you? Fool…" Carlos grins as Red Alert waits patiently in his purple and red plaid knickers. Hot Shot turns his baggie upside down, trying to get any last crumbs. Carlos nods.
"Wicked cool. Okay then, so let's get this all straight, dudes. Both of you guys agree that whoever wins the game wins the Minicons, right?" All the Bots nod in unison. "Awesome! Then tee-off, guys!"
