[CT REBOOT]

[pink_biker_bot]

We'll see how well this truce goes over. If ya ask me? It's a disaster waiting to happen.

Comments

[storm_skies]

Some of us can only hope, femme.

[pink_biker_bot]

That's about all we got anymore; this slaggin' war has taken everything.

[storm_skies]

Still clinging onto such a pathetically futile thing as hope? How sad...

Besides, last time I checked, there was still a bit of high-grade around. It's making this situation somewhat...tolerable.

[pink_biker_bot]

What else is there?

...Really. That isn't something I've found. Where's that at?

[storm_skies]

I'll repeat: High-Grade.

Which some of us have carefully stored caches of in secure locations for emergencies or other unexpected events.

And I consider this truce one of those.

[pink_biker_bot]

...

You know, you could be the bigger mech and share that with me.

[storm_skies]

I could, but ask yourself this, femme: Do you really trust me?

[pink_biker_bot]

Nope, but I don't really trust anyone. You aren't special.

[storm_skies]

What a refreshing attitude from an Autobot!

And I'll be happy to share a few cubes with you, femme, but with one catch. I have three groups of coordinates to offer, but I'm only giving you one set. You must choose either Set A, Set B, or Set C. The reason? One leads to a cache of excellent high-grade of a vintage I managed to rescue before Vos was destroyed. The other two caches are stockpiles of low-grade laced with a noxious chemical that will have...amusing effects on your CPU.

So do you accept my offer, femme?

[pink_biker_bot]

You're being sarcastic.

Why would you keep stuff like that?!

[storm_skies]

Did you figure that out all by yourself?

As to why? Because it's funny.

[pink_biker_bot]

Just give me the coordinates.

[storm_skies]

Pick your poison, femme.

Set A, Set B, or Set C?

[pink_biker_bot]

...B.

[storm_skies]

*sends coordinates "B"*

There you are. Good luck, and remember:

You were WARNED.

[pink_biker_bot]

...

Right.