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[prob_japanese]

Bumblebee has spent most of the past few days working with the various humans at Autobase, and has not had time to pop over to Milliways. He's just barely had time to take care of his dog- Carburetor, the fleethound puppy Lissar gave him, is growing by leaps and bounds and needs more running every day. Sam specifically asked Bee to make sure

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[goodolefuntime]

"Holy crap!" Hurley says, after suffering a root beer float spit-take. "Robot!"

[prob_japanese]

It would take a much stronger mech than Bumblebee to refrain from playing the dun dunn DUNNNH! recording he's got in his particulate storage as he turns around to see who's spotted him.

Of course then he has to go and spoil the effect by waving cheerfully. And, well, by being five feet tall (5'2" if you include the little projections on his helm) and bright yellow. Not very threatening, is he?

... dang subspace compression field.

[goodolefuntime]

"Dude!" Hurley says, walking up. "This place is so cool."

[prob_japanese]

"Thank you," says Bumblebee, whose voice sounds more than a little rusty and crackly even after all this time. "You're new here, aren't you?"