There are no games in war

[artemis10002000]

G1 Rumble

Rumble walks through town, listlessly kicking a stone around as he walks. As the prompt reminder flashes on his HUD yet again, he cycles air noisily.Fine, I’m doing it! Sheesh! Primus, that’s the bossiest programming I’ve ever seen. Not like I got anything better to do

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[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

*sees Rumble outside of the Roost and comes sauntering out, a huge grin on his face. He is ready for some fun and games*

Well well well. Fancy running into you, ya overgrown spawn of a glitch mouse.

[artemis10002000]

G1 Rumble

*He looks up to Spike and glares at him, though the corners of his mouth are curled into a small grin.*

Fancy running into you, flesh bag... Still not squished? Frag, what a shame!

[femme4jack]

*tries to match the glare, but he just can't cause he is Spike*

*snickers*

Sorry to disappoint you, deceptirunt.

[artemis10002000]

G1 Rumble

*grins at Spike's not as strong glare and preens - hah, he's already beat him at that!*

I'll survive the sparkbreak... somehow. *smirks* I can always squish you myself!

[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

*laughs and shakes his head*

You aint big enough to squish me, runticon.

[artemis10002000]

G1 Rumble

*He bristles* Runticon?! Oh, really witty, you germ-infested squishy bag of mushy organic goo!

[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

*grins wickedly at Rumbles reaction. Score 1 for Spike*

Is that really all you can come up with? Mushy squishy germ infested? I mean..duh? Yeah, heard those already, about a million times. If you really want to insult a human, you've got to go after his mama, like this

Your mama fragged a slag pit and you were the spawn

[artemis10002000]

G1 Rumble

*gapes at the squishy, wondering if his tiny mushy brain had been put into a blender and then poured back into his skull*

You squishies have really weird insults *nods to himself, then grins proudly* Haha, Ratbat says I'm pit spawn, too!

*crosses his arms in front of his chest* You ain't even pit spawn, you're the offspring of a maintenance drone and garbage compressor!

[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

*looks thoughtful for a moment*
Hmmm...not bad. A chihuahua 'faced a turbo rat, and you were their spawn, but you were so smelly they threw threw you in the sewer.

[artemis10002000]

*makes an impressed noise* The extra insult factor of mixing organics and mechs, nice... *nods*

Your creator was something they fished out of that sewer, a monster from the lagoon!

[femme4jack]

*laughs* that one just sounds like a bad B-grade movie. It would be a more effective insult if you went after my parents' sexual history. Something like your daddy was an inbred hick and he used your mama when he couldn't find a convenient sheep

*winces inwardly at how he had just insulted his parents*

[artemis10002000]

*notices and has a good laugh* Hahaha, I don't even need to insult you, you're doing a great job insulting yourself!

[femme4jack]

*laughs back* Actually, I was just trying to help you out. You really need help perfecting your organic-insulting skills. It is really rather pathetic.

[artemis10002000]

*bristles indignantly* Hey, it's not so easy when all the good old 'your creator fragged fleshlings' insults don't apply!

*smirks* And now I've got you to train on!

[femme4jack]

*laughs and shakes his head*

You know, I think I might just like you

*knows this is the best insult of all*

[artemis10002000]

*He gapes at Spike in disbelief for a while before his processor finally catches up with his audials.*

Ew! That's... that's a low blow, squishy!

*snorts* And I wanna frag you!