A/N: I DID IT!

Fight the Fighter: Have you ever seen that aft? He's far from innocent! Far from it! Leave me alone! Why are you so mean to me? XD I got lazy. Use your imagination! Love you! XD

Anonymous BW FG: It's not offending! It's your opinion, and it's awesome you're willing to voice your opinion! I'm not the kind to shoot your opion down, and tell you I'm never going to talk to you again! I think you're awesome! Without everybody's opinion, there wouldn't be a need for elections. We wouldn't really have personalities!

I personally think think that this country was founded on the belief that religion shouldn't be a big issue. Whether a candidate is christian, islamic, Morman, Scientologists, Hindu, or Jewish, it shouldn't really matter. A person can be atheist, and still have what's best for the country at heart. America is already a huge melting pot of different kinds of people, religion, and traditions. I feel that our the different presidents should reflect that. I personally don't feel abortion is right. My friends just adopted a baby that a girl couldn't keep, and instead of abortion she had it anyways, even though she got kicked out of her house for it.

I Am Bluebery: XD Ratchet is a piece of work! Perceptor's probably used to it. Unicronia and Wheeljack touching that perfect aft of his. XD Mimic is my main slut! I love him! At least 87 percent. He would farther up, but Prowls pulling the noose around his neck! Can anybody else see bonding in the future! XD

Miss MayD2: You'll have to get through Unicronia's explosions first! Mwuahahahaha XD

Autobotschic: For Science doesn't work on everything. Certainly not that last one XD

Mimic pulled Far Stop up to his face. "You have to help me!"

Far Stop shoved him back. "No, when you ask for help, it's usually about fragging somebody, or the occasional thing."

"I get over energized one time, ask you to help me frag the couch, and I never hear the end of it!"

"It was a couch!"

Mimic huffed. "I only did it once."

"You only fragged it once. You asked several times!" Far Stop turned away from the mech.

Mimic frowned. "That doesn't matter! Do you know what Prowl did?"

Far Stop raised an optic ridge. "Prowl? Aren't you two going steady, but he's letting you frag anybody to keep you off his back?"

"Yes."

"What's the problem? At least you don't have to re-paint the scratches you caused after fragging."

"Sunstreaker still doing that?" Mimic held back a laugh.

"Sadly."

Mimic snorted. "Poor mech. Anyways, back to me! Prowl locked me in the brig for trying to touch the new bot, Perceptor's, aft! I mean his aft looked like it was perfectly shapen for servos just to grab it!"

Far Stop sighed. "You know you'll have both Unicronia and Wheeljack to fight over him with."

Mimic frowned. "I don't want to explode."

"You're telling me. Their fight has only been going on two days, and I'm scared to open the door anymore. I've been blown to pieces three times!"

"Really? Why?"

"Wheeljack has been sending packages."

Far Stop stared down at the box in front of the base's door. A label across the top read: Not explosive! :D

Far Stop shrugged, and opened the box. A small round orb sat in the middle of the box. "Frag." Far Stop sighed. The orb began beeping. "Goodbye, cruel world." BOOM!

Mimic snorted. "And you didn't think to run?"

"Run? Frag." Far Stop groaned. "I've become so accustomed to not getting a chance to run, I forgot I could."

Mimic laughed. "Oh you poor bot."

"Back to your problem. Maybe you should just stop trying to do stuff in front of Prowl."

Mimic jumped onto one of the lab tables, and sat cross legged in the center. "Naw, you know I can't control myself."

Far Stop smirked. "Why don't you do to Prowl what you want to do to the other bot?"

Mimic perked up. "Woah. You're good. How do you think of this?"

"It's what I do to Sunstreaker."

Mimic frowned. "Oh, so it works?"

"As long as I don't scratch his paint." Far Stop shrugged. "I've never met a vainer mech in my life. It's so hott."

Mimic laughed. "That is gold, my friend."

"I'm not your friend."

Mimic looked offended. "What?"

Far Stop shook his helm. "I'm not your friend."

"Oh come on!" Mimic groaned.

Far Stop sighed. "Frag. Come her fragger! Hug me!"

Mimic snorted. "Ew."

"Not friends anymore."

"No! I was kidding!"

Unicronia peeked into Wheeljack's lab. He was humming as he continued mixing some chemicals. Unicronia smirked as she let her new invention loose. The small mechanical spider crawled into Wheeljack's lab. It slowly sneaked up behind Wheeljack, and made a chirp.

Wheeljack glanced down, and his helm fell to the side. "What are you doing here little guy?"

The spider pulled out a blaster.

"Frag! Don't shoot!" Wheeljack's servos shot up into the air.

The spider's blaster shot off, and a sign popped out. "GOTCHA! – Unicronia. P.S. The spider explodes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wheeljack muttered. BOOM!

Unicronia giggled as shot off down the hall.

"UNICRONIA!"

Unicronia peeked behind her and frowned. A small mechanical bird flew behind her. "Frag."

The small bird quickly caught up with her. "Tweet!" BOOM!

Unicronia flew forward. She watched her servo as it flew past. "Frag." Her frame landed with a thud. A leg hit her helm. "Ow."

Unicronia laid on the ground staring up at the ceiling. "NOSE GOES!"

"Frag!" Wheeljack's voice called from the lab. "Do we have to call Ratchet!"

"Um, I'm pretty sure if we don't, I'll bleed out."

"Oh. Do I have to call Ratchet?"

"Preferably. He likes you more!"

"No, he doesn't!"

Unicronia moved her helm, and stared at the scorched the wall. "Okay then."

"Can Mimic fix us?"

"I lost a leg and arm. What did you lose?"

"A pede, servo, four digits, and a audial fin."

"So you can't protect yourself from rape?"

"No."

"Then, no, Mimic cannot fix us."

"I'll call Ratchet!" Wheeljack yelled.

Unicronia smiled. "Okay!"

Ratchet glared down at the two as they were wheeled into the Medical bay. "I expected you two to be a little more mature about this. At least this time around."

Unicronia smiled. "But his aft! I could stare at that thing all day!"

Wheeljack smirked. "No, you can't! He'll be in my Lab."

Ratchet sighed. "This isn't the academy! You two are not fighting over a lab partner!"

"No, we're not." Unicronia agreed.

"We're fighting over the perfect aft."

"Well, the perfect natural aft. Wheeljack's would have been the most perfect aft, but he's had work done." Unicronia smiled.

"I know, I was the one who did it." Ratchet sighed.

Wheeljack shrugged. "At least I did't send an exploding spider at my partner!"

"No, you opted for the bird." Unicronia sighed.

Ratchet groaned. "I'll have you two know, as soon as I'm done fixing you, I'm beating both of your afts!"

"No! Don't dent it!" Wheeljack yelled.

Unicronia laughed. "Can you make Wheeljack's shaped like a cone?"

Wheeljack frowned. "I'd look stupid!"

"I don't care what you'd look like. I'd still love you! You gave me a miniature universe after all!"

"Oh, so you only love me for the stuff I give you?"

"No, I love you for your cute pout too! Well, it's less cute with only one audial."

Ratchet snorted. "She's right." Ratchet locked the wheels of the berths in place as he walked over to his tools. "Which one of you wants to be fixed first?"

"Unicronia!" "Wheeljack!"

Ratchet frowned as they both yelled out each other's name. "Femmes first."

"Frag!"