"Files? What do you mean files?" Huffer asked.
Jen just groaned. "I'm running up to twenty seven different jobs and I just remembered that I have to organize so many different files for each one."
"You have . . . twenty seven . . . different jobs?" Prowl could not believe it. How can she do that many jobs at one time and not be a wreck?
"Don't think about it too much or your battle computer will crash and I'm sure that Ratchet will not be very happy." The medic chuckled at that comment and agreed.
Thundercracker didn't believe her. "How do you manage so much and have enough time to respond to our needs?"
Jen explained that she does each job only when they need her most and she does her hunting during her spare time. "Enough chatter, I need to have everything organized and sent out by noon today. What time is it . . ." She looked at her watch and yelped. "I have only two hours left!"
Before she had the chance to run off, a voice sounded. It was Rumble and Frenzy. Apparently, they quickly decided in return for helping them, they'll help her. Everyone agreed to this suggestion. Even Megatron couldn't argue.
"I . . . wha?" Jen was astonished. They all wanted to help her? "All right everyone, to the filing room." They all cheered and followed her to a huge room with computers, fax machines, papers, and envelopes everywhere. The screens were filled with files, the fax machines were humming, papers filled with small print, and envelopes waiting to be stuffed full.
"Everyone, let me tell you my daily jobs," all Autobots and Decepticons stopped looking around the mess and turned, waiting to hear the long list.
"Reports of my hunting, filling out application forms for both sports and race cars, filling out forms of new discoveries of the human body functions, procedures of my inventions, send in military battle plans, registration files for the newcomers, including blueprints of the weaponry, report all nuclear weapons found in enemy territory, send in more registration files for trainees at the hospitals from all over the country, check the inventory of medical supplies and decide what is needed and what is not, I need to look over vet records and decide if it's neglect and abuse or not, send in my reports of rescue missions, send in all contracts to those who want to own seekers, jets and planes, organize all new information on terrorists, send in my law enforcement reports, agree or oppose to new taxes and new laws, registration forms for car collectors, send in my music contracts, map out trails for scientists, check to see if our communication control has been recently hacked, send the stories of the most recent deaths to the local newspaper mills, send in the bills for heat, water, electricity and incurrence, send in reports of child care, send reports on outbreaks to the Disease Control Center, and then send contracts to the electronic companies."
Jen was gasping when she reached the end of her list and saw that the bots and cons were not too better off after listening for so long. She gave them a moment to recover before giving everyone a job to do.
Minutes before noon, everything was sent in. Although it was nice to good to get everything done, everyone was frazzled.
"Ugh, my processor is spinning." Jazz complained.
"How does she ever manage all that work?" Powerglide wondered. No one knew.
"Thank you everyone. I really appreciated all of your help." Jen was happy to be done with that annoying work. "Now, I just need to call the President, tell him I am finished, and I will receive my six month vacation."
"Six month vacation?" Soundwave monetoned.
"Yeah, every two years, I receive half a year off to get myself back together again after a year and a half of hectic work."