Everybot asked the humans how they were and if they were okay.
Aurora, Sam, Mikela and the other humans were very well, thanking their friends for their concerned questioning, but they please needed to take a bath.
Optimus agreed.
Sam and co were absolutely soaked in robot saliva and juices.
Little did they see the frightened eyes watching, until.......
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Whipping their heads around, the personnel got a huge shock: Theodore Galloway.
He had seen and heard everthing.
Oh frag, Optimus realised as Galloway ran screaming to the telephone.
"STOP HIM!!" Lennox bellowed, Samuel running like greased lighting.
WHUMP!
Tackling the enemy, the Liaison and Sam fought it out, Theodore intent on slipping of the boy's saliva coated grasp.
But Sam clung onto him like a bulldog on a fat, juicy steak.
Picking them up and passing Optimus the now-slimy Liaison, Megatron spoke the question on everyone's minds: "How do we keep him quiet?"
Mikela suggested money.
Ratchet suggested brain-washing.
Ironhide suggested rat poison.
After calming the hysterical riot following the statement, Optimus was about to offer his thoughts, when.....
*CLING-GROWL................*
His stomach growled.
Aurora's suggestion?
" What if one of us eats him?"
All protested violently:
"No way in Pit or Well of Spark am I doing it!"
"Calm down! Or do you need a dose of my wrench?"
"I'M NOT ALLOWING IT, OPTIMUS!!"
"Ironhide, relax please and stop waving YOUR CANNONS AROUND! WEAPONS HAVE A WAY OF GOING OFF!!"
."Alright everyone, relax. Dad, may I......"
"Um, Aurora, what are you......"
Transforming into her adult Cybertronian Robot form, used in combat, work and every day life, Megatron and Optimus' daughter took the human from said robot.
It became clear soon enough that Aurora was cleaning Galloway of the saliva. And she wished to do so in private.
"Giggle....be right back....."
***
In her room, she gave Theodore a through bath with moderately hot water.
"You won't tell, cause you won't be able to........"
Slowly she began to tickle his feet, letting him get himself tired out from laughing...............
Galloway was loving it.
He knew they couldn't nor wouldn't eat him....would they????
He severely disliked Diego Garcia and N.E.S.T and everything it stood for.
He was so deep in thought, that Theodore failed to notice Aurora had sat down and laid down on her bed-chair.
Nor saw the vanilla sauce bottle.......until it was too late.
"Cheers!"
"What de.....EEEEEKKK!!!!"
SLOP!
Completely covered in the cream on the bedside stand, Theodore felt himself being picked up by large digits, dangling in mid-air and......was about to become robot food!!
"EEEKKKK!!"
PLONK!
Feeling around, Galloway froze.
It felt wet, slimy........he was in it's mouth!
A deep rumble echoed round him.
The thing was enjoying him!
Cursing it , volubly swearing words (that this author will not dare repeating), Galloway failed to see he was being worked towards the back of the mouth, which was where the throat began.
Finally seeing it, he began to flail and fight against the ineviatable:
"NO, NOT FOOD,NOT FOOD, NOT........OH NOOOOO........"
GULP!
Throwing back her head, Aurora purred, allowing her servos to feel the Galloway lump that formed in her throat.
Finally, it disappeared , entering the fuel tank section of her body.
"URP! Giggle....excuse me..," Aurora sweetly stated to the newly formed bulge in her fuel tank/stomach, stroking it gently.
If he thought she was feeling hungry for meat, he was wrong........
Galloway jumped up and down, running around inside like crazy.
He wasn't about to allow this......this monster to digest him!
Suddenly........it was too much for him.
He, Theodore Galloway, broke down and started to cry and cry and cry.
Here, in this dark, dreadful hellhole, this was his grave and final resting place.
A soft, quiet murmuring broke through his weeping.