Jazz leaned back in his chair. "Hey, Butterfly." He greeted the human femme as she walked in.

"Don't talk to me, I still hate you."

"It's all ya fault!" Jazz smirked. "Ya own dumb mistake."

Butterfly groaned. "I know! I don't even know why I made that bet with you!"

"Ah don't either."Jazz smirked.

"So, are you making Prowl dress up for Halloween?"

"Naw. He don't wanna." Jazz looked off to the doorway. "There a reason, Perceptor's following ya around."

Butterfly broke out in a blush. "You have got to be kidding me!" She turned to the mech and growled. "Go away!"

"I simply want information. Why do -"

"Do not finish that question!"

"I was simply going to ask why females mu-"

"SHUT UP!" Butterfly yelled. "Don't ask!"

Jazz smirked. "Ask Percy!"

"Why do human females bleed out of the-"

"NOOOO!" Butterfly covered her ears as she sprinted out of the room.

Jazz laughed. "Oh, good times."

Perceptor frowned. "I do not understand."

Jazz snickered. "Just keep trying, mech."

Perceptor stepped in front of Butterfly in the hall. "Will you please answer my question?"

"NOO!" Butterfly sprinted away.

Perceptor sighed. "It is important that I know! Is it dangerous!" He followed close behind at at a casual pace as Butterfly continued sprinting. "Usually if a human constantly bled for a week they would die."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

"Why is it that human females do not? Do they have more blood? Does their bodies produce blood at a quicker pace than males, is that why they can constantly bleed?"

Butterfly stopped, and clinched her fist. "LISTEN HERE! I HATE YOU! GO AWAY!"

Perceptor was taken back by the females words. "I was just asking some questions. I will leave you alone as soon as you answer them."

"It's called a period! Women don't like talking about them. There are so many code names for them that I can't even name them all! It's a touchy subject, so just ask Ratchet or something!"

"I would like to hear it described from a person who experiences it."

Butterfly glared up at Perceptor in disgust. "You are sick! You sick bastard!"

"I am a scientist!"

"I don't care if you're Jesus! I'm not explaining my menstrual cycle to you!"

Will Lennox, who had just walked into the hallway froze. His eyes widened. "What?"

"This sicko wants me to -"

"Disgusting! I've heard enough!" Lennox flinched away. "Augh! Gross!"

"Why is this such a touchy subject for Lennox. Does he have one too?"

"What? NO!" Lennox yelled. "Why would ask that?"

"You had such a strong reaction."

Butterfly growled. "Stop being such a pervert!" She quickly ran off.

Will shook his head. "You just made an enemy. Especially if she's really on her period."

"Her hormonal levels suggested as such." Perceptor began typing on a panel located on his arms. "Pheromone levels suggested she couldn't control her rage."

"Thanks. We all wanted to know that Butterfly was having a visit from Auntie Flow."

"Who?" Perceptor asked.

Will sighed. "Forget it."