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The door opens. There's a sound like the THX Sound played in reverse, and then six and a half feet of black and chrome and guns stomps in.
It's a happy stomping.
"Bar," the mech says to the aforementioned appliance, "I want something good today. Perceptor's not dead after all."
The oversized container that materializes bears the label 'Egils Sterkur'. Ironhide eyes it, then lets out a bark of a laugh. "Yeah, okay," he says. "That's appropriate."
It's a happy stomping.
"Bar," the mech says to the aforementioned appliance, "I want something good today. Perceptor's not dead after all."
The oversized container that materializes bears the label 'Egils Sterkur'. Ironhide eyes it, then lets out a bark of a laugh. "Yeah, okay," he says. "That's appropriate."