Game Time!
Time for some fun! I've picked out a bunch of dialog from Playswithworms' stories. Object of the game: figure out who is saying each line.
I put a few lines at the end that I've picked out of various other fanfics. It's a challenge for Playswithworms, since her lines are probably easily recognizable to her, but they can also be bonus lines for everyone else. Here goes!
1. "Yer all completely glitched. Glitched out of your processors."
2. "Supposed to squawk when you're hurt, kiddo. Haven't we gone over this before?"
3. "Note the six-sided structure, resulting from the very structure of the dihydrogen monoxide molecules themselves. Each crystal has been uniquely crafted by the combination of atmospheric conditions it encountered as it traveled from its formative cloud to the ground, and being as there are more than ten to the hundred and fifty eighth power possible arrangements of complex crystals such as these, the chances of finding two such crystals completely alike in the history of the universe is indistinguishable from zero."
4. "What? You didn't know I was an expert on methods of being nice? Fine, ignore my expertise."
5. "Frag you, stupid jet."
6. "Whoever that is had better be leaking energon or they are going to be in danger of immediate deactivation."
7. "Race you back, whirlybird!"
8. "Little ones."
9. "Where are you and what the frag are you doing to him? His vitals are all over the place."
10. "I am freaking out. Can't you tell?"
"Pathetic. You call this a freak out? I'll have to give you lessons."
11. "I used to think there was a limit to how bad the bad things could get, but there's really
not, is there?"
"I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sad...'Jack...No limit to the good things...either." [Who is talking with Wheeljack
here?]
12. "Run! Run while you still can! It's infected all of us! It's eating us from the inside! We're doomed. Run, save yourself while you still---gargle--caaaan!"
~:~Bonus Lines~:~
1. "Thanks! I'll file that notice under the not caring section, right below your plan to smother Red's room with peanut butter!"
2. "I'm gonna expand the signal to cover a wider range. I'll bounce a resonance feedback through a satellite and see if old Sideswipe bounces a signal back."
3. "We need a change of tactics. Expanding the search radius would seem logical but we're lacking a focal point to begin at. We need to retrace our steps. Jazz, you said he was last seen engaging Skywarp in aerial combat, correct?"
4. "Ah come on, don't do this to me! You were a great partner in the heat of battle and never failed me. May you rest in piece in the Well of All Sparks little buddy...and say hi to that thing Wheeljack made last week. It was actually pretty cool before it detonated."
5. "Nobody likes having dents. Ratchet certainly doesn't, especially if we did something stupid to get them. He cares about us. I know it and everyone else knows it. Ratchet cares a lot about us, he really does. He's our resident CMO, Chief Medical Officer. He complains about his workload and how he has to put up with 'a bunch of glitched and processor-frying fraggers that don't know their afts from their optics' - his words, not mine - and that if we do anything stupid, we can expect no sympathy from him and if it's bad enough, he'll threaten to turn us into toasters and sell them on the human market. How much would a sentient alien toaster cost anyway? Fifty dollars? Two hundred? How much does a non-sentient Earth toaster cost?"
(Here's a hint for where the bonus material is taken from: "Snap, Crackle, Pop" by SergeantCookie; "1140 AM" by AnonFirefly. I'll be posting the answers in the comments soon)
I put a few lines at the end that I've picked out of various other fanfics. It's a challenge for Playswithworms, since her lines are probably easily recognizable to her, but they can also be bonus lines for everyone else. Here goes!
1. "Yer all completely glitched. Glitched out of your processors."
2. "Supposed to squawk when you're hurt, kiddo. Haven't we gone over this before?"
3. "Note the six-sided structure, resulting from the very structure of the dihydrogen monoxide molecules themselves. Each crystal has been uniquely crafted by the combination of atmospheric conditions it encountered as it traveled from its formative cloud to the ground, and being as there are more than ten to the hundred and fifty eighth power possible arrangements of complex crystals such as these, the chances of finding two such crystals completely alike in the history of the universe is indistinguishable from zero."
4. "What? You didn't know I was an expert on methods of being nice? Fine, ignore my expertise."
5. "Frag you, stupid jet."
6. "Whoever that is had better be leaking energon or they are going to be in danger of immediate deactivation."
7. "Race you back, whirlybird!"
8. "Little ones."
9. "Where are you and what the frag are you doing to him? His vitals are all over the place."
10. "I am freaking out. Can't you tell?"
"Pathetic. You call this a freak out? I'll have to give you lessons."
11. "I used to think there was a limit to how bad the bad things could get, but there's really
not, is there?"
"I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sad...'Jack...No limit to the good things...either." [Who is talking with Wheeljack
here?]
12. "Run! Run while you still can! It's infected all of us! It's eating us from the inside! We're doomed. Run, save yourself while you still---gargle--caaaan!"
~:~Bonus Lines~:~
1. "Thanks! I'll file that notice under the not caring section, right below your plan to smother Red's room with peanut butter!"
2. "I'm gonna expand the signal to cover a wider range. I'll bounce a resonance feedback through a satellite and see if old Sideswipe bounces a signal back."
3. "We need a change of tactics. Expanding the search radius would seem logical but we're lacking a focal point to begin at. We need to retrace our steps. Jazz, you said he was last seen engaging Skywarp in aerial combat, correct?"
4. "Ah come on, don't do this to me! You were a great partner in the heat of battle and never failed me. May you rest in piece in the Well of All Sparks little buddy...and say hi to that thing Wheeljack made last week. It was actually pretty cool before it detonated."
5. "Nobody likes having dents. Ratchet certainly doesn't, especially if we did something stupid to get them. He cares about us. I know it and everyone else knows it. Ratchet cares a lot about us, he really does. He's our resident CMO, Chief Medical Officer. He complains about his workload and how he has to put up with 'a bunch of glitched and processor-frying fraggers that don't know their afts from their optics' - his words, not mine - and that if we do anything stupid, we can expect no sympathy from him and if it's bad enough, he'll threaten to turn us into toasters and sell them on the human market. How much would a sentient alien toaster cost anyway? Fifty dollars? Two hundred? How much does a non-sentient Earth toaster cost?"
(Here's a hint for where the bonus material is taken from: "Snap, Crackle, Pop" by SergeantCookie; "1140 AM" by AnonFirefly. I'll be posting the answers in the comments soon)