More ST-3V3 and GR3G~
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Rating: K
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Gone fishing
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"I hate this cursed rock," Greg mumbled watching the calm surface of the water, the waves splashing quietly against the side of their makeshift boat that was more of a raft than a vessel.
Steve hummed quietly, listening to his friend's one sided conversation with half-an-audio, nodding every now and then as if paying attention.
The other continued his rampaging: "I mean, it's infested! With these 'humans' and yet it's rich with Energon, energy we desperately need and they have no use for it. They don't even know it exists! And," the Vehicon fumed on, "furthermore, we have to avoid showing ourselves to them. These small squishy things that are in the way of our welfare and our –"
"Oh! You got one!" Steve hollered and pointed at the ripples forming by the bouncing movement of the red-and-white float. "C'mon reel it in!"
Greg tugged on the rod feverishly, alternating between pulling and reeling. A loud snap quieted the excited drones.
"It… got away…" the unlucky Vehicon vented after a while.
Silence.
"How about we switch to lasers?"
I wonder if they know the saying 'patience is a virtue'?