About damn time I located this frequency. I'm sick of being stuck in this fucking room with a blanket for a bed and canned soup. Holy shit.
Any of you people know who the hell this giant robot is? His name's Starscream. Enormous chin, horrible voice that makes me wish I were fucking deaf? Yeah. Giant fucking asshole central. He didn't even give me
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Hey, there, Tex. You just pretty much described everyone named Starscream, ever. Think the name translates to 'schmucktard' in the Simple English.
So beyond fantasizing about indoor plumbing and such, what's up, shortcake?
[Cause she's all up for a 'rescue mission'. Well, once she re-arms the suit.]
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Oh good, there's more than one of this asshole. Fucking spectacular.
Wouldn't mind knowing where I am, kiddo.
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Oh, man, you do not even KNOW. I used to work for one of them. [Urgh.]
Yeah, about that. Kinda hard to tell where you are from this end. Can you be just a bit more precise than 'room with a bucket'?
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Wish I could, but I've been in a total of two rooms so far in this place. I got nothin' for right now.
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[Actually Debra was even worse.]
I have a bathroom. And a toilet. The toilet works, too, which is a definite plus.
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What's with the mask?
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Awesome, spectacular. Maybe I'll get a bathroom of my very own one day!
It looks fucking cool, that's what. [He takes a moment to calm down, taking in a breath before he answers a bit more. Reasonably.] It's an engineer's work suit. Never seen one before?
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[I lied, maybe this... person is even worse than my sister. I didn't think that was possible.]
[Dexter raises his hands in a no-harm no-foul gesture.]
No, I haven't seen one before - does the swearing help you calm down because it doesn't really look like it's working. Breathing exercises sound more reasonable. Maybe sitting down.
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[He just nods in return. Right, okay.]
Look, I'm trying to be as fucking reasonable as possible. I've had a long week. Government conspiracies, religious whackjobs, monsters made out of corpses, and now this dumbass of a jet gave me canned food with no can opener. Every time I try to fucking open the cans, I blow them up instead.
It's been two days. I'm pretty fucking hungry and I smell like necromorph ass. But hey, maybe yoga will make it less stressful!
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You want a toilet and a bath? fine. Consider it done. You'll see.
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Great. Do a job well done and maybe I'll wax your turbines for being a fucking spectacular host.
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And be good or I'll leave you with the bucket.
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Sir, yes sir.
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Are you in need of rescue? Can you transmit your location?
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I can't transmit a location with this thing. There's some kind of signal blocking me. Probably that blue jerk Soundwave. Honestly, I don't know if this is so much as me being held prisoner as Starscream having no fucking clue on what to do with me.
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Well... any Starscream I can almost promise you is going to be unreasonable. But... you said Soundwave? Perhaps I can reason with him. I may be able to negotiate your release.
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Yeah, go ahead. Then what? You'll keep me too? Because that's been a fucking trend.
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[Have a customary Jazz grin; it's all good, no need to freak out about it.]
Which Starscream are we talking about?
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I only know one. But he has a longass chin and he's burgundy. Kind of pinkish. That help?
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Ah yeah, thankfully he doesn't look like the rest of them. [Good for you because that tells him who. Bad because that doesn't really tell him where so much.] He's from the Malgian universe.
Any chance you know where you are?
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Not a fucking clue, but...
[Shit, why didn't it occur to him sooner.] I may not be able to ping you my location, but you should be able to ping me yours. Can you do that? I have an idea.
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