8th Transmission (Accidental Audio)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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

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[chopshopgoddess]

...

What's the matter with you?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Get it off me!

[chopshopgoddess]

[wsjenhfksv]

What is it?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Small! Organic creature! Little pest!

[chopshopgoddess]

...Little...

Your...is it your frog?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not mine!

Ratchet's!

[The sounds of metal impacting metal go here. A few more nonchalant ribbits.]

[chopshopgoddess]

...Do you need some help?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

No!

[Thud-crash-clang! ... Ribbit!]

[chopshopgoddess]

...[Giggling~]

If you say so!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[So not laughing right now.]

Get out of there! You little--! Augh! Disgusting--!

[chopshopgoddess]

[Oh God she is DYING right now.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[She can probably hear Ratchet's voice in the background, trying to make him hold still, trying to get the frog off... the frog sounding utterly unimpressed by this, and Ironhide ranting in Cybertronian.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[She can, and she's laughing hysterically. This is great.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

This is not funny!

[chopshopgoddess]

Ooooh, yes it is~

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[The audio swaps to text, thanks to the Doc's Command!Voice]

It is not funny. The creature has made a home in my shoulder guards.