[The audio feed turns on, and for a moment, there's no sound, except for the shifting of metal. It would seem the maker of this transmission is "asleep", for lack of a better word. And then... there is the sound of tiny feet on metal.]
Ribbit!
[More metal shifting. A voice muttering something in Cybertronian. And then...]
Hmn? What...
[A pause.]
WHAT--GET! GET OFF OF ME! IMMEDIATELY!
[A loud thud!, some frantic ribbit-ing, and scraping of metal against the floor.]
((ooc: ... Yeah, C4 just keeps on making friends wherever he goes. Follows
this.))