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[soldierbee]

[There is a fast mini-car doing really laps up on Deck 1 and blaring whatever music comes to mind. Feel free to comment -since he's got his comm on him anyhow- demand a ride or tell him to slow the fuck down and stop the noise pollution.]

Comments

[fibrir]

Could be louder.

[Enabling? Hell yes.]

[soldierbee]

[VvrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooOOOOOMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!]

[fibrir]

[Have a vaguely amused whir.]

Bored, huh?

[soldierbee]

Very. Cabin fever or something.

[fibrir]

[Yeah, that expression doesn't translate well. It takes Frenzy a moment to hunt up an alternate meaning.]

Stir crazy.

How 'bout a game? Pedestrians: ten points. Fifteen if on bicycle or accompanied my small, mewling brats.

[He's joking, of course. Cleaning human muck out of an engine grill is nasty, hard work.]

[soldierbee]

...........no. [Too bad, Frenzy. 'Bee knows you're not serious, but he can't even bring himself to crack a joke about that kind of thing. Too much of a bleeding Spark.]

[fibrir]

[Bah. Silly Autobot. It's a human thing. That Frenzy and Barricade once took the joke down a more literal route is probably best left unsaid.]

Fine, fine. Deck chair: ten points. Table with umbrella: fifteen.

Boat's got self-repair.

[After all, what's the point of have a fancy schmancy vehicle alt-mode if you don't use it to run things over.]

[soldierbee]

[There's a screech as Bumblebee contemplates this much more thoroughly, engine thrumming as he considers it.]

...but stationary targets are easy. I wish we had practice drones here.