-Ruth Anne POV-

"You WHAT!"

"All I did was bring up the incident with the wiring in the lights, so just what are you getting your panties in a knot for?"

"All I'm saying is that it wasn't right for you to do that," replied my brother.

"No, you're wrong! It was right, because he never completely repaid us for it and now this will make us even," was my angry retort.

I could tell that he still wasn't very satisfied, but I didn't really care! As long as he let me do my job and didn't interfere, then I could care less about what he thought.

"Fine, just get the Northern and Eastern fields done, and then come and grab some food. And I'm sure that you know where the spreader and all of the other stuff is," was his only reply before walking off.

'Well, someone's in a bitchy mood,' ran through my head as I walked towards the tractor that was now unloaded. Well, it wasn't my problem and I wasn't going to worry about it.

So, lets see here. I climbed up into the tractor seat and started the Ford up. The engine started without any trouble and a small roar. 'Don't think I'll ever get tired of that sound.'

Taking the wheel into my hands, I let off the brake and the tractor rolled forward. Quickly picking up speed, I turned the wheel so that I was traveling in the direction of the equipment 'shed.' It wasn't really a shed, we just called it that. Having only 3 sides that were made out of rotting wood and a leaky tin roof, it was far from 'shed material.' It did its job though, and that was all that I cared about.

Pulling up in front of the lean-to, I lowered my foot on the brake and the Ford came to a smooth stop. Not bothering to turn off the engine, I grabbed my gloves and jumped down and walked up to the piece of equipment I was looking for. It was right in the front all if the other machinery, which I was eternally thankful for. The last time that I had to get it out was last year, and it had been ALL the way in the VERY back.

Taking hold of the hitch, I drug the heavy piece of metal out to where I could hook it up to the tractor. With that done, I walked back to the Ford and grabbed the lever that controlled the trailer hitch. Pulling it towards me, the hitch rose up until it pressed against the spreader's hitch.

I stepped back in surprise the tractor SHUDDERED. Like, actually TREMBLED as it touched the manure spreader. Almost like it was...shuddering in disgust. Well, couldn't say that I blamed it, but I'm pretty sure that most tractors didn't do that. Well, it had stopped now, so let's try this again.

I stepped back up to the lever and pulled it towards me again. Nothing. What?! Letting go, I tried it again. Still nothing. Oh come on, not now! What was with the equipment today?! First my tractor won't start, and now the new tractor won't hook up to the manure spreader.

"Uhm! What is WRONG with you?! Why won't you WORK," I shouted at the tractor. I stepped back and kicked the rear wheel on the tractor.

Taking a few steps back a several deep breaths before I did something that I'd regret, I took a moment to chill.

-Tow-Haul POV-

I couldn't believe how loud these small organics could be. I mean, how could something so small be so loud? At least now I could understand what they were saying, having hacked into the 'internet,' as the humans called it and downloaded the English language. Definitely not as advanced and complicated as the Cybertronian that I was used to. It did have a few twerks though, just enough to make one thing mean something completely different.

I was brought out of my musings as the humans' was brought to an end when the male said, "Fine, just get the Northern and Eastern fields done, and then come and grab some food. And I'm sure that you know where the spreader is and all of the other stuff is." Wait, what was a 'spreader'?

I figured that I'd find out soon enough, as the female that had towed me to this place on the 'trailer' was walking my way. She seemed slightly frustrated by her hormone levels and the expression on her face. Well, I would have been irritated also if someone had spoken to me like that.

The female climbed up my side and I couldn't help but mentally shudder at the feeling of her fleshy skin squishing against my paint. And to make things worse, her 'skin' leaked all kinds of hormones, chemicals, and this absolutely thing called sweat.

Just thinking about it made me feel like he was about to 'lose his lunch,' as the humans would put it. Ew, and that's something else repulsing about these little organics, they sometimes expel the contents of their stomach through the way that it came in, the mouth.

All of a sudden I was having regrets about coming to this back water planet after receiving Prime's message. How was I going to remain here when the main inhabitants of this planet disgusted me almost to the point of losing my energon? It was going to hard, I knew. But, I guess that I'll just have to get used to it.

Speaking of which, the human had managed to crank my engine and drive my 'mobile form,' as you might call it, so that I was now parked in front of a large creaky shed-like structure without rousing me from my thoughts. 'Wow, I must have been REALLY deep in thought to not have noticed her fleshy mitts on my paint,' I thought.

I noticed the human then jump off of my form and walk in the shed. She seemed interested in just one of the many pieces of machinery that were scattered around inside of it. Placing her gloved hands on the part that stuck out from it, she started tugging on it until she had managed to drag it so that it was right behind me.

'Now just what does she think she's going to do with that,' was my leery thought.

There seemed to be some kind of substance in part of the machinery, the part that looked like a huge tub that was made to hold something. But it wasn't just there, it was spread and in some places smeared all over the thing. Curiosity roused, I quickly ran my scanners over it as the human started to raise my trailer hitch. Just as my trailer ball was about to connect with the hitch on the machinery, the scans came back with the results.

'OH, PRIMUS NO! I AM NOT TOUCHING THAT,' was my only thought as I immediately cut off the power to the trailer hitch. But, it seemed that my efforts were in vain as I cut the connection to late, a second after I had come into contact with IT. And by it, I mean the piece of machinery that was currently behind me.

Because the substance that seemed to cover almost every inch of it, was FECES!

I physically shuddered at the contact, too repulsed and disgusted to even care that the human saw it. And saw it she did, because she immediately took a few steps back and away from my form. I still didn't care though, because I had actually TOUCHED that putrid substance! I now had something ELSE to add to my growing list of things that I was quickly coming to hate about this planet.

The human apparently wasn't deterred though, because she stepped right back up to the place that she had just vacated a few moments ago. She surely grasp the lever again and gave it a gentle pull. I was suddenly struck with the urge to offline the little slagger, as she soon became frustrated when I wouldn't move the hitch. She simply refused to give up and was now jerking the lever back and forth none to gently as she tried to get me to raise my trailer hitch.

It was all in vain though, because I'd be offlined before I even THOUGHT about touching that disgusting thing again. Apparently the femme realized this, and suddenly did something that crossed the line.

She took her dirty little boot, and KICKED my spotless black tire. I was just about to offline the fragging organic at that exact moment. It was truly to her benefit when she stepped away from me and out of my transforming range. I had been planning on transforming and crushing her mid-transformation, but now she was to far away.

She seemed to be taking the moment to relax and I thought that it was a VERY good idea at the moment, considering what had just occurred and what had been about to happen. I settled down on my shocks when she turned away, trying to get some of the tension out of my frame.

So, what were we to do with our little predicament?

-A Few Frustrating Minutes Later – Ruth Anne POV-

"What, do you want me wash the god damned thing, because apparently your just too high and mighty to pull a dirty manure spreader!"

The only response that I got from the tractor was a puff of black smoke from the smokestack.

"Or maybe, you're just too much of a sissy to handle it. And hear I thought that you were a big bad tractor that was going to somehow eat me."

At this, though, the engine suddenly switched on all by itself and gave a low noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl. The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood straight up as the noise rumbled through my body. It was at this moment that what I was actually doing hit me.

I was talking with a tractor. But not only was I taking to it, I was getting responses; I was actually holding a conversation with an inanimate object.

At some point during my stupor, the engine had shut off again and had left me standing in the silence of my insanity. But it was only silent on the outside, because on the inside, I was SCREAMING. And I mean the type of screaming that would probably shatter some glass, if not some eardrums first.

Finally the scream died down and left me trembling in its wake. I took in a shaking breath, while trying my best not to repeat the screaming episode, though this time out loud. I succeeded well enough; as in I didn't turn into a banshee.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. And besides, if I closed my eyes, then the demon tractor, as it was now dubbed in my mind, would just disappear.

Right? Well, it was a good thought anyway.

Too bad that when I opened my eyes I found that the demon tractor was sitting right where it had been a minute ago. Though now, instead of carrying an air of hate and malice, he seemed to flaunt one of superiority. Wait, did I just call it a he?! Great, one more thing to add to the growing list of reasons why I was crazy.

"And just what are you acting so high and mighty about, ? Because, last time I checked, tractors didn't have a lot to be that proud of," I drawled as I walked around the front of the demon tractor to get to the water hose and spigot that was next to the shed.

"And do you know why that is? It's because tractors are pretty much just mechanical mules. That's why," I said as I pulled the hose out to start washing the manure spreader.

A few seconds passed after I had said my part and the demon tractor seemed to be using it to think over what I'd just said. After giving it some thought, he apparently came a conclusion, though what I'm not so sure. I started to wonder if he heard me at all when the tractor suddenly let out a sound that sounded pretty close to a snort of derision.

I rolled my eyes as I let loose a spray of cold water from my hose onto the spreader.

Manure slowly started to come off of the machine and flow to the ground where it started to absorb some of the water and turn to mush. Once the sides were clean I stepped up on the side of the bin and started to wash out the inside. After a few short minutes I was done and the tractor seemed to be appraising my work to see if he could touch it now that it was 'poop free.'

"Alright, is it to your liking now? Or would you like for me to-never mind. Just never mind," I said quickly, for I didn't need to be giving it any ideas that might keep me from getting my work done any longer.

Suddenly the implications of what I would have to do in a few seconds hit me. I was going to have to climb up and straddle the tractor that I was pretty sure just drove itself from the depths of a place that I can't mention. But that would explain the fiery-red paint job. Perfect camouflage.

Anyway, back to mounting the demon tractor... Well, that sounded raunchy.

I made a face as I turned to look around me, checking to see if anyone else was around that might be able to save me if the demon tractor decided to finally eat me.

Nope. Not a single person around. Great, just great.

-Tow-Haul POV-

"What, do you want me wash the god damned thing, because apparently your just too high and mighty to pull a dirty manure spreader!"

'Yes,' I thought as I unintentionally let out a puff of black smoke from my smokestack.

Apparently that wasn't enough of an answer, for the human girl only opened her mouth again and let out the words that were probably going to bring about her demise.

"Or maybe, you're just too much of a sissy to handle it. And hear I thought that you were a big bad tractor that was going to somehow eat me."

My processor froze in shock as her words and their meaning finally registered. She called me a sissy.

Rage filled me, and without thinking, I activated my engine and let out a low growl that shook my frame. I didn't even care if that proved to the girl that I wasn't a normal piece of machinery. She had insulted my 'male pride,' as these earthlings might call it. And she was going to pay for it.

Suddenly, I noticed that the little fleshy had a look of pure terror on her face. But that wasn't the only thing I saw, I saw the look of someone about to scream bloody murder if I so much as twitched. And the last thing that I needed was for the femme to alert the other humans in he vicinity that there was something unusual going on.

I gave a mental sigh as I deactivated my engine and waited for the little femme to calm down. Or faint, that'd be pretty good too. And she deserved it too, for calling me a sissy. My male ego swelled at the thought, trying to lick and nurse the wounds that shehad inflicted upon it.

Disappointment as the girl then closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. It then became apparent to me that she wasn't a fast learner, as she opened her mouth and let more of her annoying words fill the air.

"And just what are you acting so high and mighty about? Because, last time I checked, tractors didn't have a lot to be that proud of," she said as she started to walk around my form to the side of the structure that she'd pulled the feces covered machine out of. Just the thought of the nasty thing had me stiffening in preparation for what she was about to do.

I relaxed slightly as I saw that she was only getting materials for washing the nasty hunk-of-junk, only to stiffen again as she said, "And do you know why that is? It's because tractors are pretty much just mechanical mules. That's why,"

'And just who are you to judge me, you fluid filled bag of bones? If anything, its the exact opposite, with me being the greater being and you a lowly insect,' flew through my processor as I let out a noise from my engine that sounded to me like a snort.

All I could do was sit there and wait for the human to finish as she cleaned the manure spreader, as I had looked on the 'internet,' as the humans called it, and found out that that's what it was called.

I didn't have to wait long, for as soon as the human was done, she alerted me by opening her big mouth and killed the silence once again.

"Alright, is it to your liking now? Or would you like for me to-never mind. Just never mind," spewed quickly from her as she seemed that change her mind about what she was going to say.

I turned my attention back to my sensors again to check on the whereabouts of the other humans and found that none of them were in the immediate vicinity. Good, no one to worry about if I did actually kill the human for the human for something she did of said.

After having sat there for a few astroseconds and not sensing any movement or hearing anything from the little femme, I diverted my attention once again to her.

To my bewilderment, she had a look of absolute repulsion on her fleshy features. Then just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone and she started to quickly turn her head and look in every direction around us. She apparently gave up on that and slowly turned her head to look back at me with a look of defeat.

What was wrong with this little fleshling?!