Gin, Sodomy, and the Lash
The Constructicons were exploring a cave. On the moon.
"Hey, Hook!" Bonecrusher shouted. "Why the hell are we in here?"
Hook stopped suddenly and frowned, stroking his chin. Confusion overtook his expression. "You know, I don't really know..." he replied.
Bonecrusher shrugged, and was about to ask Scrapper if he knew
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