Chapter 4

"Hotshot"

DeathCaller: Greetings, readers. (((walks on stage and sits in her recliner))) I know that I've gotten some reviews that request for certain Transformers. I promise to get to them soon. I much also note that Those of you who have requested Decepticons will get there requests fulfilled once I'm done with the Autobots. Sorry...I do promise to interview those that are requested, though, ASAP. And now, our guest Transformer this entry is Hotshot! (((claps as the Autobot walks in cautiously.)))

Hotshot: S-so...I heard that you don't have a crush on me anymore. (((sits in his large recliner)))

DeathCaller: Right.

Hotshot: Phew...(((looks around a bit))) You don't have any Mountain Dew with ya, huh?

DeathCaller: Erm...Yyyeah? Why wouldn't I? This IS a fic called "My Mountain Dew", moron.

Hotshot: Hey! I'm not a moron! What's wrong with you?

DeathCaller: What's wrong with me! I'll tell you what! I found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me! I broke up with him and he did IT with his new girlfriend! And now YOU'RE asking questions when this is MY interview! That's what's wrong with me, you bloody moron! GAHHHHHHH! (((takes out her bazooka)))

Hotshot: (((cringes and grabs the bazooka from Death))) Hold on now! Calm down! What happened to that music that ya said would calm ya down? (((gently places the bazooka behind his chair and sits back down)))

DeathCaller: (((grows wide-eyed))) You...You took my bazooka from me...(((gets teary-eyed))) Bazooky...(((sniffle)))

Hotshot: Let's just get on with the interview, huh?

DeathCaller: (((Takes a can of Diet Mountain Dew from behind her chair and opens it))) Fine...(((drinks a bit)))

Hotshot: (((sits back and waits for his questions)))

DeathCaller: Ok, first question: Do you really suck at combat and stuff like Scavenger said?

Hotshot: NO! He just says that 'cause he doesn't watch me! The lazy 'bot falls asleep before I can get my leg in the air!

DeathCaller: (((giggles a bit))) That's funny. I've seen you in training at the base and you DO need some help.

Hotshot: Do not!

DeathCaller: I bet I can knock out Megatron in one kick if I wanted to! You'd just screw up and hit his knee!

Hotshot: WHAT! I can kick him silly!

DeathCaller: Oh really? Come on! I bet you 400 gallons of oil that I could kick Megatron's butt!

Hotshot: Bring it on, Grim! I bet you a years supply of Diet Mountain Dew AND my free will for TWO years that I could bring 'em down!

DeathCaller: You're on! But after the next two questions.

Hotshot: Fine...

DeathCaller: Will you give me back my bazooka, now?

Hotshot: No. You'd probably attack me with it like you did the other guys.

DeathCaller: Awww...Pweeeaaassse (((gets all puppy eyed with anime cuteness)))

Hotshot: That doesn't work with me. (((grins and folds his mechanical arms)))

DeathCaller: Crap...Questions three: Has Optimus ever gotten mad at you for running around the base and tripping over things and stuff like that when you're suppose to be helping with upgrades and repairs on the base?

Hotshot: Uuuuummmmm...That's hard to say. I think there WAS this one time. I think I had tripped over some kind of new generator and cracked the screen and messed up some programming. Yeah, heh...He was frustrated that day. 'Called me a "tin-can, no good toaster that was used for the Decepticons to cook up their evil plans."

DeathCaller: (((busts out laughing))) He called you that! HA! That's corny AND insulting at the same time! (((rolls on her recliner in laughter)))

Hotshot: Aw, shuddup...(((lowers his head in shame)))

DeathCaller: NOW! ((( scares Hotshot and stands in her chair))) Let's go get Megatron! You're going down, toaster! (((points at Hotshot, the toaster, and grins cheekily with a lot of evil)))

Hotshot: (((stands up and points down to Death))) Once I'm down kicking Megatron, I'm gonna make your butt so red, you'd swear it was sunburnt!

DeathCaller: I'm gonna make you eat those words, tin-can!

Hotshot: Stop calling me what Optimus did!

DeathCaller: MEGATRON! (((waits for the Decepticon leader to come on stage)))

Megatron: (((walks on stage from the back door))) What is it! I'm busy with my men!

DeathCaller: Stand in the middle of the stage and just stay there.

Megatron: And if I don't?

DeathCaller: (((somehow has a Transformer version of the purple Teletuby))) Or Tinky-Winky gets remodeled (((grins evily)))

Megatron: WHAT! How did you get that! Better yet, how did you know of him?

DeathCaller: I have my ways...Now get in the middle of the stage. (((ties Tinky-Winky to her recliner)))

Hotshot: (((watches in total humor and awe)))

Megatron: (((walks over to the spot he was commanded to be in and mumbles))) I swear, if anyone lets out about my Tinky, I'll kill someone...

DeathCaller: Oops. Too late. You know why?

Megatron: Why?

DeathCaller: 'Cause you're on Candid Camera!

Megatron: WWWHAAAAT?

DeathCaller: Psshht. You wish you were.

Hotshot: So when do we start?

DeathCaller: Right now. You go first, toaster.

Hotshot: Stop calling me that! (((walks in front of Megatron and faces him))) Why are you going along with that freak?

Megatron: Because she's threatening the life of my Tinky-Winky. (((grumbles)))

DeathCaller: Go!

Hotshot: Hhhyyaaaaaaaa! (((raises his leg to kick Megatron)))

(((CLANK!))

Megatron: (((in a high pitched voice))) Ah!...Eh...(((keels over into a fetal position, his hands between his legs)))

Hotshot: Uh-oh...(((cringes))) I'm so dead. (((backs away and hides behind Death. Nudges her with his hand toward Megatron))) Your turn.

DeathCaller: (((proudly walks over to Megatron))) Tinky-Wink is gonna be a nice mantle for my fireplace...(((grins evily)))

Megatron: What! (((quickly lifts his head)))

DeathCaller: (((smacks Megatron on his temple with her foot. Yes she kicked him)))

Megatron: (((keels over and seems to have fainted)))

Hotshot: Oh no...No way! That's not possible! Your foot should have broken! (((stands from his cowering crouch and points at Death))) You cheated some how! I just know it!

DeathCaller: Hotshot, I'm been knowing that a Transformer's temple is a very delicate area that can interrupt their circuitry for a good while. I didn't cheat. I wore steal-toe boots. I must be crazy if you thought I was gonna wear regular shoes to kick a robot.

Hotshot: Awww, come on! I don't have a year's supply of Diet Mountain Dew!

DeathCaller: AND the two years of your free will all for me? That's possible.

Hotshot: (((groans in defeat)))

DeathCaller: Hurry up and get my DMD! (((is in a really big and comfortable recliner fill with satin pillows and black roses around the chair)))

Hotshot: (((Can be heard from afar))) I'm coming! SHEESH!

DeathCaller: What was that?

Hotshot: Eep! Nothing! (((runs on stage with a can of DMD on a dark blue satin pillow))) Hear...

DeathCaller: What'd I tell you about your position!

Hotshot: Aw, not that. Please...

DeathCaller: Now...

Hotshot: (((gets on his knees and lowers his head)))

DeathCaller: There ya go. (((smiles cheerfully and grabs the DMD from the pillow)))

Megatron: (((groans, still in the middle of the stage from passing out))) What? Where's Tinky! (((looks around furiously)))

DeathCaller: (((points to the small chair across from her. The purple Teletuby is still strapped to the chair)))

Megatron: Tinky! (((runs over to the chair and unties the Transformer version doll))) I'm so glad you're safe. (((cuddles the thing in his arms))) Now, back to our plans against the Autobots! (((walks off stage)))

DeathCaller: That's all for this show! I'll see ya next chapter! (((waves))) Next interviewee is Jet Fire.

Hotshot: (((Thinks aloud by accident))) I've gotta warn him about her insanity...

DeathCaller: What was that!

Hotshot: Nothing! Nothing! (((screams and runs off)))

DeathCaller: (((runs after Hotshot))) GET BACK HERE! You owe me your bet! (((can now be heard from afar))) HOT-SHOOOT! I swear, when I catch you; you'll be a REAL toaster!

Hotshot: (((screams like a girl)))

R&R please!