Tracks studied the room with a serious optic.
"It needs something, I believe," he said without looking at his partner-in-decorating.
Inferno snorted. "We have black cats, pumpkins, witches, spider webs, we even have a fog machine, what else could we possibly need?"
Tracks ignored the sarcasm. "I don't know," he said thoughtfully.
Inferno rolled his optics. i Any other job, Jazz, with any other partner/i he thought. "Tracks, we even have a herd of ghosts. There isn't room for anything else."
Tracks turned around taking in the entire room. Yes, something was missing. He spotted the empty space in the far corner of the room. "There. We need something there." He pointed at the corner and gave Inferno a triumphant grin.
"Oh, fer…" Inferno muttered. "What do you propose we put there?"
Tracks shook his head. "No idea…"
"Hey, guys, what's up?"
Inferno and Tracks turned and looked at the newcomer.
Jazz grinned and pounded Inferno and Tracks on the back. "Great job, guys, just great. Couldn't a done better myself. I especially like that crescent moon in the corner," he said with a wink of an optic behind his visor.
The crescent moon glared down at the trio. "I swear to Primus, when I get down I'm going to murder you all," Cosmos, his green paint completely covered in black and white, yelled at them. He would've shaken a fist too but he was firmly glued to the ceiling.