((Whoa... it's been... what, a month? since I last updated. Sorry about my sudden disappearance, my writer's block came back and homework killed me... -_- aiy. Oh well...
I don't own TF or the song I used.))
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Silly
Optimus smiled secretively as the file finished downloading onto Teletraan-I.
He set it to auto-play, then instructed the computer to send it to the Decepticon base.
Normally, when he opened a communication channel with the Decepticons, things were usually serious. Not this time, though...
He leaned back in his favorite swivel chair, folded his arms behind his head, and waited.
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In the Decepticon base, whatever it's called... ((I forgot again!))
"Incoming message from the Autobots," Soundwave said in his monotone.
Megatron frowned and hesitated for a moment before replying, "Patch it through."
However, instead of Optimus Prime's red and blue form appearing on the communications screen, it displayed a rather snappily-dressed human male - dancing in front of a microphone.
"What is the meaning of this!" Starscream screeched, pointing furiously at the video screen. "Some kind of Autobot treachery?"
We're no strangers to love...
Soundwave's red visor flickered, his equivalent of blinking, as something clicked in his CPU.
You know the rules, and so do I...
"Megatron." It almost sounded like the communications officer was growling in exasperation. "Status: Rick Rolled."
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(( ... 8D Man, I'm dumb. I haven't lost my touch for writing, have I?))