"S-so we all wanna know-" started Skywarp as all of the clones sought out Starscream in his office/lab/space-where-he-tried-to-hide-from-his-persistent-creations-but-they-all-knew-about-it-so-it-did-squat. "Who's your favorite?"
"Obviously me!" boomed Thundercracker, squeezing his way further into the room that was very much not meant to hold six Seekers at once, "I am the best, after all!"
"Not that I wish to elevate myself, or am deserving of such honors, but our genius creator is certainly wise enough to see what positive attributes I possess. He is ever so magnanimous and kind that way," inputted Sunstorm from where he had worked his way closest to their creator, hands clasped hopefully and a supplicating smile on his face.
"It is definitely not me!" interjected Ramjet, shoving Thundercracker out of his space.
"It's Slipstream," answered Starscream with no ceremony.
"WHAT?!" shouted the arguing clones, looking over at their sister who hadn't said a word and was just watching everyone else critically. Her optics widened in surprise for a moment, before reigning in her expression into a confident smirk.
"But she's so mean! She's always doing things that she knows you won't like! I'm so much better than her!" protested Thundercracker loudly, staring at his sister scathingly.
"She actually leaves me alone," replied Starscream flatly, "She's not constantly bothering me with questions or generally being annoying." he explained with a flippant wave of his hand, gesturing in the general direction of the male clones. They all deflated in disappointment and shame except for Thundercracker, who drew himself up further in agitation. "She's also got a razor sharp wit - reminds me of me," he stated with a fond and slightly wistful expression. Turning back to the crowd in the room, he raised a fist to his mouth to give an awkward fake cough and added, "Plus, she, ah, brought me back to life, so that's a pretty big point in her favor."
Everyone turned to Slipstream, wondering just what her reaction was to this. She grinned sharply, looking at once pleased and mischievous, "If you still like me, then I'm doing something wrong," she chirped.
Starscream groaned. He could only imagine what the contrary femme was planning now to try and get on his nerves. He should have kept his big mouth shut. "This is all your faults," he accused the clones.
"Maybe at least she'll stop being the favorite," TC muttered.
Another quick, silly, filler chapter, sort of bouncing off the last one.