"Hello, um, Mr. Autobots." The younger man stuttered. It was not everyday he was being towered over by four robots.Bumblebee had come to the complex to give moral support to his comrades. "Well, for the movie we've been writing.Well i mean of course we have been i mean we're writers." The older man interjected. "Why don't you let me handle this, Tyler?" He spoke with more confidence, as if he had pitched hundreds of movies in his lifetime.
"Okay, i want to take you on a journey." He held his hands out, as if trying to set a mood. "Imagine a world-" He looked discontent. "I'm sorry can we do something about these lights?I'm trying to establish an ambience." Ratchet nodded. "Sure, just a moment." The Autobot walked away, his feet clanking against the ground very loudly as he disappeared into the complex. There was an ackward silence, the bald man leaned forward and back and tried to think of something to say. Suddenly, all of the lights were cut, and they sat in darkness. "Can you dim them?" He yelled across the room. "We didn't install a dimmer, robots don't need dimmers." Ratchet replied from the shadows. "Fine."
Ratchet's footsteps sounded once more. After another silent moment, Optimus spoke. "Can you start?" The human shook his head. "I'm just waiting for Wrench." Ratchets annoyed voice sounded in the darkness. "Its Ratchet, I've been standing here." The writer let out a nervous laugh.
"Okay, anyways like i was saying Imagine a world where- Whos touching me? Tyler did you touch me?" There was a sound of running across the room, followed by a crash. "I didn't touch you." Tylers voice sounded close. "Then who the- Whatever.Okay so imagine a world ruled by evil koala-" He was interrupted by Ironhide. "I'm sorry but what the hell broke? That was weird."
There was muttering amongst the Bots, the only words that the writers managed to pick up were 'Pepperoni', 'Lotion' and 'Telescope'. He really didn't want to ask. "Don't you guys have like night vision or something?" Tyler asked, his small voice almost being lost in the large room.
"Oh yeah, duh." Bumblebee switched his optical readout to artificial light and soon the room appeared to him. He took a quick glance around. "Everything seems fine, i mean we don't have alot of things that could just break like that." He continued to look around. "Oh never mind, there it is. The fish tank got knocked over." Nobody said anything. "Wait since when do we have a fish tank?" He then had a terrible realization. "If its broken then that means...Oh my programer! Fish down!Fish down!"
The others only heard the sound of Bumblebee leaping and yelling. Optimus shook his head and sighed audibly. "Look, Human writers, Just leave the premises. We accept your story." The two men tried to find each others hands for a hi-five, but failed. "Absolutely sir, thank you!" The two men wer caught up in their sucess for a moment, but eventually began to look around. "Which way is out?"
Ironhide's Optics changed instantly. "Okay turn around. No no, the other way. Not that way. Okay there. Now walk straight." The writers took very slow steps forward, following Ironhide's directions to the door. "Okay now its right ahead of you." Tyler was in front and put his hands out to find the door. There were no handles. "Go more to the right. Okay now a little bit more. There you go."
"Oh god this is Ridiculous." Ratchet walked back to the control room, and in a few seconds the lights were up. Tyler was at the back of the room, the complete opposite direction from the door. "Ironhide!" Optimus yelled, his loud voice shaking up the humans enough that they made a sprint for the front door. "Okay see ya at the next meeting!" Their speed would have made a kenyan marathon runner look slow.
"Boss when did we get fish?" Ironhide asked, still looking at the door.Optimus gazed out along with him. "I don't know anything anymore."