Because I have been an arse and gone for a long, long ass time, I would like to clarify that I am a-ok! Just busy and hectic and a bunch of things all at once, but just fine. I apologize to those I worried, I truly feel dickish about that, and was not aware that people had noticed the absense so much. I am not really, well, used to being any kind
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"So that's the whole deal huh?"
"Yes, that's pretty much it."
"We're getting neutered."
"That's not really how I'd-"
"Shut up. That's exactly what you're doing, and you know it. And don't pretend like you're giving us a choice either. That's slag."
"We're disarming you and making you less dangerous. You can't really blame anyone for that as a security measure."
Ratchet held the cassetticon's gaze. Behind him, he could hear Frenzy shudder in his cell, clawing at his head and the floor, muttering. This was something that had to happen, and they both knew it. Rumble looked away first.
"You know we're gonna get eaten alive, right? There's enough of your mechs got a hate on for me and mine that you're trapping us in a room wherever we wind up."
"No one's going to hurt you. You're a prisoner, but autobots do not attack those that can't defend themselves."
Rumble looked past Ratchet, gaze hard on Sunstreaker.
"Yeah, whatever helps you 'charge at night big guy."
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'I'll bite you before you bite me' kinda thing.
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