Den's Headspace, Nitrowave learns a lesson about writers
"Oh yeah?! You're so slow that tar pits could outrun you!" something crashed nearby, earning a string of cursing from one of the versions of Desinex present in the area.
"You're so slow that an Atari could kick your skidplate with one joystick!" Showtime all but shouted, as Stiletto, and two other versions of the blue femme held her back.
"Go frag yourself, you wanna-be-Lambo!" Nitrowave taunted from behind the protection that two versions of WakeJumper offered. Scattershot, and the other Scattershot had abandoned ship early on, as had the two versions of Eclipse, and Lumen.
Viisaus Prime was paying no mind to the chaos, as he was surrounded with paperwork, and looked to be very nearly estatic. The human using him as a leaning spot was trying her hardest to ignore the chaos as she worked on a costume, but was clearly reaching the limit of her patience...a fact that was pointed out by Kriti.
"Umm, guys? Maybe you'd better stop...Den's getting kinda twitchy...and the last time that happened...it wasn't good..."
Nitrowave's response was to flip the younger 'bot off, earing a "Don't say I didn't warn you..." before Kriti PINpointed out to go spend time with her foster family.
"ooh, I'm shaking in my plating..."
That's when the pencil Den was using imbedded itself in the nearby wall, missing Nitrowave's head by inches.
"Knock it the &*%#*&^ off. Bad enough that I'm behind on sewing my costume. Listening to you harass my characters is making it worse."
Nitrowave had only one thing to say to that...and it also included a raised middle finger, "Frag. You."
