51st Inning

[freakinblur]

Scout is out on his lawn.

He has started a fire.

He is burning all those golf shirts and shorts.

Looks like things are back to normal!

He's got some lawn chairs, a cooler with some beer and he's roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, if you care to join him. He looks pretty satisfied with this set-up.

Comments

[weaponsparked]

Are you back to normal yet?

[Says the car sitting in the street.]

[freakinblur]

[Oh, Sideswipe.] Whattaya think?

I'd offer ya a beer, man, but what do I do? Pour it down tha radiator?

[weaponsparked]

Just checking. You never know.

[He makes a disgusted sound, transforming.]

Have you ever seen what happens when you pour anything that isn't fuel into a car?

[freakinblur]

Oh yeah. One 'a my brothers did it once. Talk about a fuckin' mess!

[weaponsparked]

That in mind... why would you want to pour a beer anywhere near my engine?

[freakinblur]

I dunno, man. How else would ya drink?

[weaponsparked]

I take in fuel, same as anyone would. Just not... alcohol.

[freakinblur]

Ya act like I know what a giant robot guy eats. Fer all I know, it's scrap metal and motor oil, or hot wings and french fries.

[weaponsparked]

Scrap metal and energon, actually.

[freakinblur]

Energon?

[weaponsparked]

Our fuel. Pure energy.

[freakinblur]

Whoa. How do ya get yer hands on that?

[weaponsparked]

Ironhide and Ratchet made it, back home.