*...usually find their way to lonely flasks and energon mugs.*
*Down in medbay, Moledive, Catilla and Chainclaw are sitting around with containers of mid-grade, holding a belching contest while the bear and saber-tooth shells play floor hockey with an enormous rubberband ball nearby.*
[Catilla] AAAaaa-UUUURRRPP![Chainclaw] Ew, don't breathe that
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In the meantime, though, I got a challenge... *He glances at Moledive and the others, smirking* Bet I can put you boys ta shame. Got some better brew 'round here...
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[Moledive] You slaggers don't believe in ghosts?
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*Ratchet, meanwhile, has been setting up to work on Tracks, shaking his head as he listens to all this...but he's thinking it all over, as well.*
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[Moledive] If you're challenging, you'd better have the brew to go with it. I'll take you up on it...maybe even with a little wager if you're willing, old timer.
[Chainclaw] Eh heh...uh...I'll sit on the sidelines for this one. ^^;
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An' yeah, I got no problem with a wager. Meet me in the lounge later an' we'll see if you're makin' that face later.
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