((To Zerqyx: Well…he was not lying per say…Just stretching the truth to stroke Screamer's ego. I hope you enjoy Quinn's suffering.))
Karma. It is unforgiving and defiantly not bias in anyway. Though…Maybe it was in Quinn's and Lugnut's cases.
After the little stunt the teen had pulled a week prior, things had been relatively quiet within the Decepticon hideout. This, as everyone who lived in the general area knew, was not a good thing.
"Ah-choo!" Well, it had been quiet. The resident 'squishy' sat in his usual spot, the arm of Megatron's throne, huddled up in a blanket sniffling, coughing, and groaning at his misfortune. The tyrant spared the boy a glance and a brief pat on the head with a single digit, before summoning Lugnut.
"Yes my Lord?" Asked the large mech, barely able to hide his glee. The sight of his smallest foe sick was such a wonderful sight to behold. As if sensing the mech's joy at the expense of his suffering, Quinn flipped the bird, though was careful not to let Megatron see the rude human gesture.
"I want you to go into the city and retrieve the required medicine to help Quinn with his recovery."
"WHAT?" Both mech and teen shouted in unison. "Boss! There is no way you can send him! He'll just end up crushing the meds, the store, the pharmacist, and-"
"Lord Megatron! The boy will be fine, and this will only bring unwanted attention-"
"ENOUGH!" Quinn covered his ears at the volume of the grey and red mech's shout, Lugnut dialing down his audios. "You," He pointed to Quinn, who shrunk back into his covers. "Be grateful. And you," He directed his claw like digit to Lugnut, who took a step back. "Do as your told."
-x-
Lugnut returned an hour later a wreck, medicine not included, from a run in with the Autobots, while Quinn had started running a fever and was calling Megatron a 'Grey Banana' and singing tones that should have died out with piracy.
Yes, Karma loved to mess with those two more than anyone else.