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[OOM, present day, the desert outside Barstow: " They're heeeeeee-eeeere...."]
Ironhide stumps through the door with an odd sound like the THX noise played in reverse. He glances around at the assembled organics, grunts to himself, and makes his way over to the Bar. Once he gets a sizable glass of Singha beer, he settles in at one of the stools and turns to watch the room for a while.
Watch, not glower at. For once in his very long life, Ironhide is in a good mood and nothing is exploding other than what's outside the Window.
Ironhide stumps through the door with an odd sound like the THX noise played in reverse. He glances around at the assembled organics, grunts to himself, and makes his way over to the Bar. Once he gets a sizable glass of Singha beer, he settles in at one of the stools and turns to watch the room for a while.
Watch, not glower at. For once in his very long life, Ironhide is in a good mood and nothing is exploding other than what's outside the Window.