Transcript: morning, Rodimus Prime's quarters

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's everpresent typist enters his quarters, cautiously when she sees that the light is still off.*

Typist: ...Roddy?

*Atop the berth, Rodimus stirs painfully. The moogle trots over and pokes his hand where it hangs over.*

Typist: Roddy, you're missing a staff meeting.

Rodimus: ...mrf. Good. *stirs, lifts his head up and blinks

Comments

[toughguytruck]

*To pull a bit of a time-has-no-meaning-yay, the barest hints of a loud explosion can probably be heard in Roddy's quarters. Should he care to inspect.*

[icemasta]

...maybe.

[giri_guy]

*inside his head, Rodimus Prime and Hot Rod arm-wrestle.*

I'm there. ^_^ *Was the outcome ever in doubt?*

[icemasta]

Sweet! *knocks on his partner* Where do we keep the 'fireworks'?

[toughguytruck]

Third tile from the left, two doors down from the Lambos' room. *chuckles and transforms, dumping Snowcat on his butt*