Win and Pie

[Victoria Raines]

Nightbeat looks right back at Bluestreak. "You don't think the stuck-up pretty boy likes the angsty trigger-happy ex-Con? I don't particularly care for either of them, but since they both seem to be from the weird 'one-kill-shot-area-isn't-good-enough-for-us-we-need-sparks-and-brain-modules' reality," as opposed to the much more sensible Optimus-Prime-kills-himself-over-World-of-Warcraft-but-it's-okay-he-fits-on-a-floppy-disk1 reality, "we need Drift to make sure Sunstreaker is Sunstreaker."




1. Fortunately, there is no Chip Chase in that reality to snap the floppy disk with his mighty bicep-like fingers.

[Victoria Raines]

I have decided that this thread is my thread for extolling the virtues of squid. For once more, we have win and pie.

Terrence gets away. Huge explosions have a way of distracting people. Everyone rushes over to the miraculously unscathed Whirligig to make sure he's alright, all but one man.

The director grabs a cameraman by the shoulder, turning him around forcefully. "Were the cameras rolling?" he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. "N-no sir," the cameraman answers.

A single tear rolls down Michael Bay's cheek as he drops to his knees and shouts a long, drawn-out "Noooo!" to the heavens.

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"Caw caw [molar-flosser]," he says as he salutes Mirage with his blade. Maybe he'll allow himself a tiny bit of banter.

More win. More pie. Also, I couldn't breathe for ten minutes from the laughing.