Effing long post of Megatron, returned.

[not_your_gun]

[The post is video. Magnum is clean looking and well-kept, with some red smudges on his hands and face from helping paint a hardware store. He looks calm, and serious, but there is an edge to his voice that speaks of barely restrained attitude, and a slight twitch of his fingers like they're just waiting to transform into weapons.The cycle of

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[notsoloyal]

Does everyone in this place play with pointless toys now.

[Seriously.]

[action!]

[not_your_gun]

...in return?

A bit of openness couldn't hurt, for starters. I don't particularly enjoy holding one-sided conversation, and I don't ask questions for my own health.

Well. Most of the time.

But I could use an extra scientist at my disposal. Someone capable of...filling in the gaps, so to speak.

And in exchange, I'll not just let you look at it....I'll provide you with use of it, and with the schematics.

[action!]

[notsoloyal]

I have been given little reason for respect. Simply because you are a Megatron means very little.

And I admit, I am interested. But do not think I will join your little cause because of it. Offer my services perhaps, but that is it.

[action!]

[not_your_gun]

Don't respect me for my name.

[He laughed.]

But do not offer disrespect when in my stronghold, either. This is a choice, and has been a choice, and will be a choice. It is a business transaction in a world where it cannot be a war.

But feel free to keep that piece. [The amusement was gone, replaced with seriousness.] You have your own agenda. When it does not conflict with mine...perhaps we both will have something to gain? A service for knowledge?

[action!]

[notsoloyal]

Hm. It could be a war, given the right circumstances and persuasion. [A pause.] But that would hardly be logical. Fascinating that you are not hung up on that.

[He looks over the piece again. Thinking. Considering.]

Perhaps. I am certainly not against the prospect of furthering knowledge. This particular project of yours, what will you do, should it be found?

[inferiordude]

I'VE GOT LIKE THREE.

[notsoloyal]

... Of course you do.

Do you truly need so many?

[inferiordude]

Yeah, sure! They keep me company.

[notsoloyal]

[Oh Dudewave, you baffle him so.]

They are not real...

[inferiordude]

So? They remind me of the people I like.

[notsoloyal]

Emotional attachment aside, toys are hardly capable of keeping someone company.

[inferiordude]

Lemme guess. You don't got any close pals or nothin' like that. Which is SUUUUUPER depressing, by the way.

[notsoloyal]

Why would I need any friends? ... And I do not get depressed.

[inferiordude]

'Cuz they're awesome and make life fulfilling and you can do cool stuff with them and you never get lonely and slag like that.

[notsoloyal]

And that means I suddenly require friends?

I do not have any, nor do I care.

[inferiordude]

I didn't say you had to. Don't get all offensive.