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Step 1: Get paper
"Now, what we need first is some paper." "Paper?" "Yes, paper. The white stuff that I've been drawing on." "Me Swoop find paper!" He flew off in the direction of the base. The flier came back with... "Toilet paper? No, we can't draw on that." "Really? Me have more." He opened up some sorta compartment, spilling out a flood of toilet paper. "Ah, good job?"
After cleaning up a mess of various paper product (including paper towels and newspaper), Swoop finally came back empty-handed. Or, er, empty-clawed. "Found roll of paper but too big to fly." He explained, wings drooping a bit. "In supply closet." "Me Sludge get paper!" Said Dinobot thumped into to the direction of supply closet. "Whoa, I guess you guys really want to learn how to draw?" "Bored." A head cocked down at me. "Bored? That's sorta a good reason."
Today was a first. The first time he ever saw a Dinobot, Sludge at that, show an interest in the supply closet. "So, what are you doing?" Sludge looked back at the masked mech, dismissing him with a glance. "Getting paper." "I can see that." The Dinobot knocked the roll of paper over and started rolling it out towards the Dinobot part of the base. Wheeljack scratched his helm, watching Sludge leave. Should he worry about this? Or go back to looking for some water? He bet that Ratchet had some...
Step 2: Get paint
"Paper!" "I see that." The roll fell over, unrolling in that motion. Soon the floor was covered in paper. Everywhere. "Oops." "That's...fine." I had no intention of getting killed by either Slag or Grimlock for this mess. "What now?" I looked up at the two bots watching me, waiting for instruction. "We need some sorta paint or something to put on the paper." "Me get paint this time!" Swoop took off. I could only pray that nothing too horrible would happen...who am I kidding, of course something bad would happen.
Someone had been in the supply closet within the last twenty-four hours. All the signs were there. The twins didn't care, though. They were too busy trying to find a hiding place from Prowl. Neither Sunstreaker nor Sideswipe considered that the culprit of the messy closet would come back. The door was thrown open, revealing Swoop in his mech form. He took no notice of the twins hiding in the back, instead reaching up to grab...cans of paint? As Swoop turned to leave, one of the remaining cans was knocked over. And then another, and another...a domino effect of paint containers. Until one particular one, filled to the brim with purple paint, teetered on the edge. Both Autobots watched it anxiously. For a second, it looked like it would stay where it was.
Then the door slammed shut. It fell, covering the nearest bot in violet. Unfortunately, that happened to be Sunstreaker.
"Here paint." "Any problems?" I asked, eying the large containers that had been just plopped down in front of me. "Hear 'fragger' really loud from closet. Not sure why." That was before I realized that Swoop was a giant robot ROBOT, not a giant robot dinosaur. "Did I know you could be a robot?" "Mech, not robot." Sludge corrected me. Guessing the application of previous words, I considered the thought that 'fragger' was some kind of swear word. So much for no trouble.
Step 3: Decide which way to paint
"Now what you do is, use either some kind of brush, or we can finger-paint." No signs of comprehension. "Finger-paint. Like this." I dipped my hand in and splatted a blood red hand-print on the white paper. "Of course, for you guys, you need some sorta container that you fit your..er..." "Servos." "Is that what you call them? Fit your servos, then." A large bowl suddenly appeared next to me. "Like that. Where did you get that?"
"Wheeljack! Where did you put that energon container?" The inventor shrugged from where he was in front of the sink. "I gave it to the Dinobots, Ratchet." "What did you do that for!?"
Step 4: Pour the paint out
"Me want yellow." "Okay Swoop. Here you go." I poured out a bright sunshine yellow into the bowl. The robot (mech?) covered a hand (servo?) and made a print of his own, next to my red one, though many times bigger. Click-clang. One quick glance revealed that Sludge had transformed into a mech, to join in the fun.
Before long, the three of us had coated every inch of the paper in paint. Pictures of all sorts, mostly mine, shared space with various prints and splashes. "This fun. Every Dinobot do." Swoop decided. He stood up. "Slag, Snarl, come have fun!" Hooray.
Step 5: Get into a fight
"Look stupid." Slag, of course. He glared at me. "Don't like human." Snarl, on the other hand, had lowered himself to touch a particularly loud splotch of pink. A splotch that happened to be next to where I was standing. With a shriek (not a squeal, a shriek), I jumped away from him, only to knock over a can of blue onto Slag. Silence. Then laughter. "Kendra get you, Slag!" My 'victim' growled, picking up another paint-can. "Take this!" Now a laughing Swoop was green. An all out paint fight began.
As for me? I hid behind the bowl, hoping it would be enough to shelter me from the over-sized paint balls flying through the air.
The fight continued for some time. Enough time that you could no longer see any white on the paper, the mechs participating were coated in several layers of rainbow paint, and the walls would take hours to clean. An errant paint splash made its way to the doorway. Only, now there happened to be someone standing in front of that doorway.
"DINOBOTS!" I peeked over to get a better look at whoever it was. Oh no. Grimlock.
Anyone could see the disbelief mixed with left-over rage in his optics. Grimlock already just had an unpleasant encounter with Sunstreaker, having been attacked by him. For some reason, the twin had been shouting something about 'slagging Dinobots' and was covered in purple paint. Only a severe bashing and Sideswipe's timely appearance had driven Sunstreaker back.
That wasn't counting the sudden ambush by Ratchet, asking after an energon container of some sort.
The result? A tired, grumpy Grimlock making his way back to Dinobot quarters. Where he was immediately hit by some paint missile. All of the mechs under his command stopped, looking at him a little nervously. A quick sweep of the room revealed that a fight had been going on. A fight involving paint instead of fists.
His optics were drawn to a bowl full of brownish paint wobbling. A human head popped over the edge. Swoop's human had done this? "Swoop..." The Dinobot leader growled a threat.