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[fasternlightbot]

Who: Metal, Quick, and Crash
What: Well it worked on TV
When: Nov 30th, 4:30am
Where: That's the question now, isn't it.

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[drillsforhands]

"Shaddup yer loud." A familiar and somewhat sleepy sounding voice comes from Metal's other side. Crash was going to roll over and just ignore everything, pass it off as a crazy dream or something, but he quickly found that hard to do what with the chain on his own wrist.

So he's sitting up as well and then... Notices just who is making all the noise, and his expression goes flat.

"Oh. You."

[redundantname]

Metal was already awake, but he didn't quite expect to have his arm yanked so much.

"God dammit, Quick, calm the hell down!"

[fasternlightbot]

Quick fixated on Crash with the angriest of glares when the other bot made his presence known, even when Metal yelled at him, he didn't break it. Though he did stop pulling at the chain, so what was said got through.

[drillsforhands]

Crash actually flinched at the glare and looked down, finally noticing the chain locking him to Metal. He didn't say anything more now.

[redundantname]

"I can walk, thanks," Metal said, shaking his head. "You go first Quick... we'll try to do this single file..."

He closed his eyes.

"So you're gonna have to lead, Quick."

[fasternlightbot]

Quick didn't so much hear either one of them as he noticed he was being given enough slack to move. And so he did, as fast as his injured leg, Metal, and Crash would allow. For a while his focus would be completely on simply moving forward, but once he got his energy levels evened out, he'd slow down some.

[drillsforhands]

"Hey it's that or rip off your arm." Crash muttered as they moved. Then he went quiet, following along and focusing on keeping up until Quick slowed down to a more reasonable pace.