Okay, sorry, this is too funny to pass it.
I don't think I'll do anything with these but they're giving me quite a laugh so...
Jazz: *happily Pregnant and enjoyin' life!*
Prowl: *hugging the nearest equivalent of a toilet* ><;; How much longer is going to take you to 'deliver?
Jazz: Couple o' months still. <3
Prowl: Someone shoot me, please. *resumes vomiting in technicolor.*
Ratchet: *happiest cookie in the universe, would be beaming rainbows and bunnies and fluffy critters on his wake*
Ironhide: *totally freaked out and loving it* <3
Bluestreak: ;-; Do you think my bumper's getting too big? *in front of a mirror finding all sorts of added weight to his chassis*
Sunstreaker: For the millionth time, you're FINE. You're a robot! You don't gain weight!
Sideswipe: I told you to use protection but you never listen. 9.9
Sunstreaker: Shut up!
Soundwave: *happily laying on his berth with a pair of buns on the oven* Craving energon cake.
Blaster: *Hauls Tracks to go get one at 3am on the morning* <3
Soundwave: *even happier now that he has a cake*
Mirage: Hound?
Hound: Yes?
Mirage: You have two minutes to hide.
Hound: ....mood swings?
Mirage: Yep.
Hound: I'll see you in 15 minutes?
Mirage: Bring me some cake.
Hound: Love you! *fleeeees the scene*
*15 seconds later*
Mirage: I'M PREGNANT AND IT'S YOUR SLAGGING FAULT SLAGGING SON OF A SLAGGING GLITCH, I'M GOING TO GUT YOU!
Hound: *hidding on Wheeljack's lab and begging Perceptor for an energon cake*
Wheeljack: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! D< *tosses the nearest piece of furniture at Trailbreaker*
Trailbreaker: It was your idea! *totally running around the room with his force field up, ducking furniture.*
Red Alert: IT'S A CONSPIRACY! THE DECEPTICONS IMPLANTED A FOUL VIRUS ON MY SYSTEMS!
Inferno: ;_; it's not a virus! It's our baby!
Red Alert: IT'S A CONSPIRACY I SAY!
Inferno: >>; ..want cake?
Red Alert: IT'S A TRAP! THE CAKE'S A TRAP! NOTHING BUT A-- Okay, I want some cake now. How are we calling it?
Inferno: *falls over*
Starscream: HE'S WHAT?!
Thundercracker: Pregnant.
Megatron: Who is the father? D<
Thundercracker: *raises hand*
Starscream: And where is he now?
Thundercracker: *points to the screen showing Skywarp happily barrel rolling on his alt mode*
Megatron: He should be resting!
Thundercracker: uh well... he's not quite... aware...
Starscream: In other words he just doesn't grasp the concept of being pregnant.
Thundercracker: DX sadly.
Megatron: ...why do I have the feeling this sparkling's going to have issues?
Starscream: Issues?
Megatron: Skywarp's baby, Starscream.
Starscream: I think the word you're looking for is 'stupid'. Or mentally challenged.
Thundercracker: HEY! It's my sparkling, too!
Starscream: ...okay, 'issues' fits just fine.
Starscream: WHY THE FLYING HECK I AM THE ONE THAT'S PREGNANT?!
Optimus Prime: You're too bottom for your own good?
Starscream: I AM NOT!
Frenzy: I beg to differ.
Starscream: SHUT UP!
Optimus Prime: Stop screaming, please. I'll get you some of those extra spicy energonchiladas!
Starscream: I REFUSE TO ACCEPT YOUR MEASLE APPEASING OFFERINGS, AUTOBOT SCUM, HOWCOULDYOUGETMEPREGNANTYOUBASTARD AUUUUGHHH
Optimus Prime: How long is he going to be like this?
Frenzy: Probably until the sparkling's delivered.
Optimus Prime: @_@ I better ask Ratchet for some plugs for my audios.
Starscream: Okay so... what were we talking about?
Frenzy & Prime: ....
Starscream: What? >>
Jazz: *happily Pregnant and enjoyin' life!*
Prowl: *hugging the nearest equivalent of a toilet* ><;; How much longer is going to take you to 'deliver?
Jazz: Couple o' months still. <3
Prowl: Someone shoot me, please. *resumes vomiting in technicolor.*
Ratchet: *happiest cookie in the universe, would be beaming rainbows and bunnies and fluffy critters on his wake*
Ironhide: *totally freaked out and loving it* <3
Bluestreak: ;-; Do you think my bumper's getting too big? *in front of a mirror finding all sorts of added weight to his chassis*
Sunstreaker: For the millionth time, you're FINE. You're a robot! You don't gain weight!
Sideswipe: I told you to use protection but you never listen. 9.9
Sunstreaker: Shut up!
Soundwave: *happily laying on his berth with a pair of buns on the oven* Craving energon cake.
Blaster: *Hauls Tracks to go get one at 3am on the morning* <3
Soundwave: *even happier now that he has a cake*
Mirage: Hound?
Hound: Yes?
Mirage: You have two minutes to hide.
Hound: ....mood swings?
Mirage: Yep.
Hound: I'll see you in 15 minutes?
Mirage: Bring me some cake.
Hound: Love you! *fleeeees the scene*
*15 seconds later*
Mirage: I'M PREGNANT AND IT'S YOUR SLAGGING FAULT SLAGGING SON OF A SLAGGING GLITCH, I'M GOING TO GUT YOU!
Hound: *hidding on Wheeljack's lab and begging Perceptor for an energon cake*
Wheeljack: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! D< *tosses the nearest piece of furniture at Trailbreaker*
Trailbreaker: It was your idea! *totally running around the room with his force field up, ducking furniture.*
Red Alert: IT'S A CONSPIRACY! THE DECEPTICONS IMPLANTED A FOUL VIRUS ON MY SYSTEMS!
Inferno: ;_; it's not a virus! It's our baby!
Red Alert: IT'S A CONSPIRACY I SAY!
Inferno: >>; ..want cake?
Red Alert: IT'S A TRAP! THE CAKE'S A TRAP! NOTHING BUT A-- Okay, I want some cake now. How are we calling it?
Inferno: *falls over*
Starscream: HE'S WHAT?!
Thundercracker: Pregnant.
Megatron: Who is the father? D<
Thundercracker: *raises hand*
Starscream: And where is he now?
Thundercracker: *points to the screen showing Skywarp happily barrel rolling on his alt mode*
Megatron: He should be resting!
Thundercracker: uh well... he's not quite... aware...
Starscream: In other words he just doesn't grasp the concept of being pregnant.
Thundercracker: DX sadly.
Megatron: ...why do I have the feeling this sparkling's going to have issues?
Starscream: Issues?
Megatron: Skywarp's baby, Starscream.
Starscream: I think the word you're looking for is 'stupid'. Or mentally challenged.
Thundercracker: HEY! It's my sparkling, too!
Starscream: ...okay, 'issues' fits just fine.
Starscream: WHY THE FLYING HECK I AM THE ONE THAT'S PREGNANT?!
Optimus Prime: You're too bottom for your own good?
Starscream: I AM NOT!
Frenzy: I beg to differ.
Starscream: SHUT UP!
Optimus Prime: Stop screaming, please. I'll get you some of those extra spicy energonchiladas!
Starscream: I REFUSE TO ACCEPT YOUR MEASLE APPEASING OFFERINGS, AUTOBOT SCUM, HOWCOULDYOUGETMEPREGNANTYOUBASTARD AUUUUGHHH
Optimus Prime: How long is he going to be like this?
Frenzy: Probably until the sparkling's delivered.
Optimus Prime: @_@ I better ask Ratchet for some plugs for my audios.
Starscream: Okay so... what were we talking about?
Frenzy & Prime: ....
Starscream: What? >>