[Voice]

[show_my_cannons]

... Think this may be late. Lost track of the days, at... some point.

[Metal shifts, like Ironhide is drawing himself up taller. Or shrugging. Who knows?]

Around two years ago, I was dragged to this place. There were... many of us, at first. Now, only a couple are still around.

[Another pause. He's trying to be inspirational, or, at the

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[greasemunkygal]

Not hard to lose track of days anymore.

[show_my_cannons]

No. Feels like we have been stuck here forever.

[greasemunkygal]

Yeah, it really does.

[show_my_cannons]

All the more reason to go out, I guess. Forget for a while.

So sorry

[airspacecommand]

Give it a few more years and you might just rust away.

You being so old and all.

... :'(

[show_my_cannons]

You only wish that would happen.

:D?

[airspacecommand]

I don't know. You're kinda older than old. I mean, what are you holding yourself together with now? Superglu?

/SINGLE. MANLY. TEAR.

[show_my_cannons]

Some of us are just built better than others.

[not_your_gun]

Ironic, isn't it, that one of those to remain was you.

[show_my_cannons]

How is that ironic?

[not_your_gun]

Because I'm also here. Old friend.

[He snorts the last part.]

[show_my_cannons]

You have no right to call me that. Even with sarcasm.

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[andallthatme]

[ It's easy to spot Ironhide in the bar, all things considered. The smaller mech weaves his way back to where the weapons master is sitting, and takes a seat himself ]

Been about two years for me too.

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[show_my_cannons]

[Surprisingly -- or unsurprisingly -- there's already a cube waiting for Jazz.]

You are in much better shape.

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[andallthatme]

That's 'cause I don't go around pickin' fights with the local Megatrons.

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[show_my_cannons]

[His expression sobers for a second, and he tries to hide it behind his cube.]

I am glad to hear that.