Another short one, folks. In fact, this one's so short that I have a feeling there's a piece missing to it. Still, this is all I could find of this chapter. Don't worry, the next chapter's a bit longer.
Can anyone guess where Jazz's quote comes from? -giggle-
Jazz sprawled across the floor in the lounge next to Bumblebee. He rolled over and allowed his friend to tickle his tummy. Bonecrusher gave him a disgusted look. "Hey, don't start, Peter Cotton-Ass! I saw your leg thumping when he scratched your ears earlier!"
"So, what do you want to do today, Jazz?" Bumblebee asked.
"I want to learn how to blow shit up...with my mind!" he quoted.
"Something else, perhaps?" Bumblebee sighed.
"Let's watch TV!" he suggested, rolling back over onto his stomach.
Bonecrusher pushed the remote off the table. It bonked Jazz on the head, causing him to yelp. "Hey, I thought it was field mice you were supposed to be bonking, not field coyotes!"
"It was an accident. You try picking up a remote that's twice your size with no opposable thumbs!" Bonecrusher countered.
Jazz stepped on the remote and switched through the channels, stopping at one and staring at it, confused. "Hey, why do they call it "Music Television" if there's no music? All I see is a bunch of people yelling and throwing things at each other..."
"And that, Jazz, is one of the greatest enigmas of life," Bumblebee shrugged. "Just like how Wonder Woman is able to squeeze her body into that suit."
"Next channel please," Bonecrusher requested.
Jazz stepped on the remote and flipped through the channels. "Okay, let's see... We can watch Scrubs... Lost... Ghost Rider... Primeval... Ooh! Power Rangers is on!" After a few moments, he noticed his companions giving him a bizarre look. "What?"
"Let's go back to Primeval, yes?" Bonecrusher suggested.
-sarcasm- No doubt about it... Jazz is the most mature of the Autobots...
Also, I likes Primeval. ;D