Chapter 32
"Okay, where's Peaches?" Arcee asked Barricade, thinking he had kidnapped the Pretender.
"She's in her human mode, in the bathroom crying her optics out because Swerve doesn't really love her." he replied.
"Well, she should just suck it up!" MISCrasyaboutfanfics stated. "Also, Swerve is getting checked out by Ratchet to see if the damage from the many years of inhaling dangerous fumes can be reversed. Anyways, first questions from Grindor and Jolt."
Sideways: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! My love life...... dead, before it could live "SOB"
Grindor: Miss Crazy, if you;re having trouble with the sparklings, just tell them stories about killing Screamer and serving the glorious Megatron. That'll calm them down. Anyway, Barricade, if Megatron was about to kill you for something, what excuse would u use? And Swerve, just to let u know, I'm going to kill you. No offence.
Jolt: I have good news! Thanks to shcool not being a b**** anymore, the Grindor/Jolt questionnaire is coming back up!
Grindor: HOORAY!
"Well, I better get Peaches to come out of there-where are Vortex and Airrazor?" MISCrasyaboutfanfics asked.
"They're in the other room watching Beauty and the Beast." Arcee replied. "Why did you have to get them obsessed with Disney movies?"
"Well, it keeps them quiet." Barricade answered for the now adult human author, then answered the question. "I'd use the excuse that Starscream did it."
MISCrasyaboutfanfics sighed and read the next review from decepticreep.
me grimlock say happy birth day thingy.
soundwave:grimlock :superior
GRIMLOCK SMASH!*bites soundwave*
frenzy:uh...
rumble:gain-way!
"Okay thanks." the human girl said. "Anyways, Peaches should get over herself in a few hours so don't worry..."
A few hours later...
Peaches had now calmed down and had trnasformed into her robot mode and used the wash racks to get herself clean for Sideways. "How do I look?" she asked the other Cybertronians.
"Not bad, Autobot." Barricade admitted grudgingly.
"Pwetty" was Airrazor's reply.
"Ugly."
"Vortex, be nice!" Arcee admonished her stepson. "Peaches, you look just fine now stop typing!"
A doorbell rang and the orange Pretender, filled with anxiety, opened the door...