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[organic_scars]

Feh.

All this talk about marriage and love and all that useless slag.

You organics are too obsessed with mating.

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[elite_plow]

Organics are obsessed with a lot of weird things.

[organic_scars]

...

You'd be the expert, I suppose.

Oh, that they are.

((strikes unreadable.))

[elite_plow]

You just gotta get-

...

Wait. Organics.

...I don't recognize the ID. Who're you?

[organic_scars]

...

You could say we were old friends.

[elite_plow]

...

Only bots I know from anytime before the whole Earth thing is Optimus, Jazz, and Supreme Commander Ultra Magnus.

So let me rephrase.

Who the SLAG are you?

[audio]

[organic_scars]

...

Recognize this voice, Sentinel?

1/3

[elite_plow]

2/3

[elite_plow]

3/3

[elite_plow]

WHO ARE YOU REALLY AND WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL?!

[organic_scars]

Who am I really?!

I'm BLACKARACHNIA, and when you and Optimus left me behind, my power freaked out and turned me into what I am now.

You left me there to DIE. Well guess what?! Elita-1 DID die. I'm all that's left!

[elite_plow]

...I... that's... that's not possib-

...

...

I left ...

... to WHAT?!

I tried to go back before that THIRD RATE, SCREW LOOSE REPAIR BOT STOPPED ME.

HE-!

IF THIS IS TRUE, THEN HE...

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OPTIMUS!

[connection lost]

[livingontheweb]

Says the guy obsessed with keeping a giant stick up his tailpipe.

[organic_scars]

... Who the slag invited you into this conversation? Go away.

[livingontheweb]

No, see, I enjoy being annoying. Saying that's just gonna make me do the exact opposite.

[organic_scars]

Then you're about on his level. Congratulations.

[elite_plow]

Oh, LAY THE SLAG OFF.