So. Here's a classic case of Barricade's Luck. It's like a terminal fraggin' disease or something. Meet up with a Cybertronian. After all this time. Even wears the right logo: Barricade is a fashion *maven* and will not be caught dead with someone in red. Better dead than red. Even the humans know that.
But here are the kickers:
* Guess what this mech's favorite hobby is? Insulting me. Frag, I should put up 'Barricade Belittling' as an Olympic sport. Maybe then I'd hear somethin' slaggin' original. The usual stuff. Yeah. Rolls off my back. But why couldn't I run into like...Sidways or something? Sideways is annoying as a kinked hose, but at least he has a sense of humor.
* He is the greatest thing since the discovery of fire. Just ask him. Or don't even ask him, just stand near him for long enough and he'll tell you. At great length. TELL ME THE FRAGGIN' PLAN ALREADY before I fall asleep on my pedes!
Now, he thinks I'm stupid, which is great. Stupid!cade is a role I can play pretty well. The fact that he thinks I'm hireable muscle shows he's not that good a judge of appearances. But I ain't about to volunteer that the yellow Autobot runt kicked my aft.
And, he made me miss Judge Judy. Note to self: Find a tivo I can hack.