Dirge: *tromptromps down to the brig*
Wiretap: * is not a happty camper and is glaring at the calm Night beat*
Megatron: * is coming down the hall, looking like the devil *
NightBeat: ... it is your fault, Wiretap. i was prefectly happy wher i was. *glares at his fellow mech*
Dirge: *grins at the two little mechs. It is not a pleasent grin*
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