I told myself I wouldn't write anymore. But Starbee was having a bad day this morning, so thus I do this.

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A few of the Autobots were relaxing in the rec room in the Ark on the bright sunny afternoon. Jazz and Blaster were in a corner planning a new party, Bluestreak was talking non-stop to Hound (who nodded here or there.), Prowl was keeping an eye on them since the last time Bluestreak and Hound had talked there was a raccoon infestation a few hours later, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were playing a video game on the tv in the corner, while Wheeljack and Bumblebee were watching the main tv in the centre.

"Hey, Wheeljack, looks like Scrubs is going to be on soon. Should you call Ratchet? You were saying the other day how much he liked it." Bumblebee asked, looking over at the inventor.

"Great idea, it does seem to be one of the few things he'll actually take a break for." Wheeljack was about to comm. Ratchet, when…

"NO!"

Every Autobot in the room stopped, silent, and stared at both of the twins who had abandoned their video game in favour of looking over at Wheeljack in horror.

"You can't let him watch more of that show, Wheeljack. We're begging you." Sideswipe began.

"Uh…why?"

"Because every time he does, we get called femme names. I refuse to be compared to those human femmes." Sunstreaker scowled.

"Sunny, you don't even like being compared to humans when they aren't femmes." Sideswipe interjected.

"That's besides the point. And don't call me Sunny." Sunstreaker swiped at his brother, who hit back and the two started wrestling.

"Uh… shouldn't we be stopping them?" Hound began… looking over to where Prowl had been and seeing nothing. "Where'd Prowl go?"

A few kliks later Ratchet came in the room. He let out a shrill Cybertonian whistle. Looking down at Sunstreaker he started his rant. "Tinkerbell, I'd be careful fighting your sister there, because if you two slaggers dent and scratch each other, well, I'm just not going to make you pretty in time for Academy reunion. So don't come crying to me saying you got into a femme fight and expect me to do anything about it, don't worry though, I'm just positively sure that a can of wax will fix you up right away." He sounded far too deceptively cheerful.

"Are you getting this, mech?" Jazz whispered over to Blaster.

"I don't think I can look away…" Blaster whispered back.

"Now come on there Alice," Ratchet addressed Sideswipe, "I know Legally Blonde over there is better looking then you are, but you're just gonna have to let it go."

Sideswipe looked like he was about to interrupt. Ratchet waved his pointer servo, "No, no, no. What have I said? When I'm in the room, you don't talk. Now I don't have the patience to deal with you slaggers and would like to watch my show in peace. So if you're not out of here in 4 astroseconds, well, I'm just going to have to make sure that next time, the ambassadors from Sweden get two new toaster in their trades with us."

Ratchet then went over to the couch and sat down beside Wheeljack. The twins stared for a brief moment then started hightailing it out of the room.

"At least he knew I was the prettier one…" Blaster heard from Sunstreaker as they sped out.

"Oh, the same goes to the rest of you Gossip Girls." Ratchet commented, looking over his shoulder at Jazz, Blaster, Bluestreak, and Hound, then turned the tv to the channel he wanted, looking smug.

Jazz looked over as Prowl entered the room once more. "I don't suppose you had anything to do with this?"

Prowl shrugged, a human habit he'd picked up. "Don't be absurd Jazz, I merely went to informed Ratchet that the show he liked was on since Wheeljack seemed busy watching Sunstreaker and Sideswipe."

Jazz stared at him and opened his mouth to talk again till a glare from Ratchet made him stop. Maybe the twins fears of Ratchet watching this television show weren't unfounded after all.

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And there. Done. Hey Starbee, HE'S STARING AT YOU. 3

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