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It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both suzukiblu and banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
Jazz glanced over at him before returning his attention to the cadet dossiers. With both Prowl and Master Yokotron gone, it was up to the black-and-white cyberninja to train the next generation. "Sorry, man, I don't like you that much."
Sentinel ignored him. The two of them had a long-lasting friendship built on largely ignoring what each other said. "This is some sort of insane punishment! That's the only reason Optimus forced me to take this guy on! He's trying to get me back for all those times I pulled his aft out of the fire!"
"Yep." Jazz thought Sentinel might be onto something there, really, once you weeded out all the Sentinel-delusions. Well, if it were anybody but Optimus, Sentinel would be onto something.
But Jazz thought Optimus Magnus might kinda sorta actually believe that Sentinel trained good Autobot troops.
Jazz thought Optimus Magnus might be kinda sorta be actually pretty damn crazy, except evidence and records suggested he was right.
"So what's he done this time?" Jazz asked, interrupting Sentinel's tirade.
"All I did was ask him to bring me the weekly reports from the Minors. Nice and simple! Instead of going to get them, he digs through his bin and starts offering me things! A retort! Quart containers! All kinds of organic trash and refuse, and he covered me in it, and I WILL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!"
Jazz put his head down on the desk. He hoped he looked vaguely sympathetic, because Sentinel would murder him if he realized he was trying not to laugh.
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