Ironhide leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. He looked up at the ceiling then back at Prowl, who sat stroking his chin and staring at the checkerboard. How long was he going to take to decide where to move!?
"Will you hurry up and-" Ironhide started to say.
Prowl shushed him. After a few more minutes, Prowl finnaly moved his checker. Taking a quick look at the board, Ironhide picked up his checker and jumped Prowl's.
"Ha! Crown me!" Ironhide said.
"Oh how I'd like to". Prowl mumbled. "And it's not 'crown me', it's 'king me'!"
"Potata-potato". Ironhide muttered and picked up one of his checkers that Prowl had to lay on top of his king. Prowl grumbled to himself.