...slag it all...
All right now, Prowl. That’s it. I. Have. HAD. IT.
I gotta know. NOW. What the slag is up with you?
I can’t stand it anymore! You don’t talk to me, won’t come near me! Don’t let me touch ya - and when ya do, you’re all stiff and cold and …Damnit Prowl, what’s going on with you?!
The last few times we were together were…well, they were slag! Everything was all off and akward and not...not US, man.
And i ain't just thinking with my libido, either. You're...different, Prowl. I don't know why, but you are. And I don't like it.
So all that shit you’ve been handin’ me about ‘being perfectly fine’? It ain’t gonna fly no more, babe.
And everyone has been sayin’…been sayin’ ya’ve been sneakin’ around… Doin’ shit ya shouldn’t be. Now I didn’t believe it for one second, babe, but now…now you’re just acting as cold and standoffish ta me as everyone else THINKS ya are and…it hurts man. It hurts so bad, its makin' me do stupid shit. Goin' crazy, cause I’m so stressed out over this.
Flipped out last night.
Had a breakdown.
Got drunk.
...Think i might have shot the place up a bit.
Got thrown in the brig.
Was actually tempted to get a liiiittle bit too friendly with Bee do something REALLY stupid.... And I mean REALLY tempted. That’s…pretty damn bad.
But…the only thing I woulda' been thinkin’ about woulda' been you , Prowl. Thats all I'm still thinkin' about. I'm...worried.
And you just tellin' me that you're 'fine Jazz - stop worrying' ain't gonna work this time.
I can't take this crap anymore.
I'm comin' to find ya when your off shift tomorrow. And I'm gonna straighten things out.
//Private to Blurr: - still going to beat your slaggin' face in, you annoying little fuck. You pushed the wrong mech's buttons last night...
//Private to TC: - Nice lecture last night. Fond it very...enlightening. Will enjoy the subject matter more if this...issue with Prowl ever works out...
I gotta know. NOW. What the slag is up with you?
I can’t stand it anymore! You don’t talk to me, won’t come near me! Don’t let me touch ya - and when ya do, you’re all stiff and cold and …Damnit Prowl, what’s going on with you?!
The last few times we were together were…well, they were slag! Everything was all off and akward and not...not US, man.
And i ain't just thinking with my libido, either. You're...different, Prowl. I don't know why, but you are. And I don't like it.
So all that shit you’ve been handin’ me about ‘being perfectly fine’? It ain’t gonna fly no more, babe.
And everyone has been sayin’…been sayin’ ya’ve been sneakin’ around… Doin’ shit ya shouldn’t be. Now I didn’t believe it for one second, babe, but now…now you’re just acting as cold and standoffish ta me as everyone else THINKS ya are and…it hurts man. It hurts so bad, its makin' me do stupid shit. Goin' crazy, cause I’m so stressed out over this.
Flipped out last night.
Had a breakdown.
Got drunk.
...Think i might have shot the place up a bit.
Got thrown in the brig.
Was actually tempted to get a liiiittle bit too friendly with Bee do something REALLY stupid.... And I mean REALLY tempted. That’s…pretty damn bad.
But…the only thing I woulda' been thinkin’ about woulda' been you , Prowl. Thats all I'm still thinkin' about. I'm...worried.
And you just tellin' me that you're 'fine Jazz - stop worrying' ain't gonna work this time.
I can't take this crap anymore.
I'm comin' to find ya when your off shift tomorrow. And I'm gonna straighten things out.
//Private to Blurr: - still going to beat your slaggin' face in, you annoying little fuck. You pushed the wrong mech's buttons last night...
//Private to TC: - Nice lecture last night. Fond it very...enlightening. Will enjoy the subject matter more if this...issue with Prowl ever works out...