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Since this would otherwise take up about three or four separate reply posts, I figured I'd just go the easy route and give this fic it's own entry. This is for Hound's 28, the prompt 'Drinking Energon', as requested by Eternityedge.

( How Hound Got His Ticket To Paradise )

I have the flu. Fever, body aches, coughing and congestion, the works. *blegh ( Read more... )

I'd love to start my own trucking industry.

I'd call it 'Blue Thong Trucking Industry'.

I'd have a fleet of semi trucks endowed with murals of Prime's aft in it's blue thong on the doors.

My slogan would be, 'Blue Thong for the haul that's long'.