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[not_your_gun]

Greetings.

Any still-effected Decepticons are welcome to obtain samples of counter-virus. I may be amenable to providing samples to other effected beings for a price--if they even wish to be cured.

Also, as you may have noticed, my project is finished. If there are any still interested in an...ah...expedited visa, please apply within

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[namesnotprowl]

I'll be by t'get some of that counter-virus. Though I'm afraid I'll have to pass on any more experiments, right now.

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[not_your_gun]

Bring some steak, when you come by. The Dog ate a pedestrian earlier, and he'll need something to wash it down with.

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I would not use you for these experiments, Barricade.

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[namesnotprowl]

Need to teach him to cut that out. Don't need the authorities getting all hinky about him. [In other words, he'll bring steak. And stern warnings for puppy.]

But other ones? [He notices your qualifying statements, and is slightly wary.]

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[not_your_gun]

Ah, it has been fine. It keeps down the pests.

[And the screams amuse him.]

It is possible, yes. But only if the potential good to my Decepticons outweighed your use to me...

...which, admittedly, would have to be an extreme situation. You have many uses.

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[namesnotprowl]

Well, that was the intention. To some degree, at least.

[He shutters his optics in a small blink. He will never get over that.]

Flattering me, Sparrow.

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[not_your_gun]

It also keeps him fed, though aliens seem to give him indigestion.

[He laughs, softly, noting your surprise.]

Flattering? Primus, no. I just find that if I tell the truth all the time, other mechs chose what to believe and what not to believe.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to take seriously is the truth.

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[namesnotprowl]

Somehow, I am not surprised. [He's been doing a little research when he could. The place that dog probably came from? Yeeeeeah, no aliens.] Though it depends how you mean 'aliens'; aside from the TransTechs, we're all rather... extraterrestrial here, aren't we?

[He snorts, grinning a little.]

Well, supposedly our nature is deception. And sometimes the lie is easier t'swallow than the truth. Makes it all nice and easy, and they can blame someone else when they figure out.

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[not_your_gun]

Humans and Cybertronians are almost commonplace. Everything else? Alien. But I do see your point.

[The grin is returned.]

However, I do try not to lie. It makes the truth that much easier to keep straight...
And I can say, in that regard, you are interesting to keep around.

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[namesnotprowl]

It is, yes.

[Though that second statement gives him pause. What an odd thing to say, Magnum.]

Oh am I? How so, if y'don't mind my asking?

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[not_your_gun]

You think.

That is why.

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[namesnotprowl]

[Color him surprised. That wasn't quite the response he'd expected.]

... You've dealt with so many that don't?

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[not_your_gun]

Have you taken a look around the Nexus lately?

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[namesnotprowl]

I have. I just try not t'look too hard; it would be disappointing otherwise.

[Which is why he rarely asks how folks get injured. He doesn't need the parade of Darwin Award nominees.]

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[not_your_gun]

[He laughs.]

Then you know how rare you are. I don't mind telling you to supplement--words are free, after all.

[And that was wonderful, because he used them to make very, very valuable things appear. Well, as often as he could.]

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[namesnotprowl]

[He chuckles. Oh, he knows the value of words.]

And yet they can be so valuable. Or expensive, depending.

Though I can't say I mind hearing it from time t'time.

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[not_your_gun]

Don't expect it often.

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But I don't think you expect anything often. Or at all.

So we're set.