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[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's the end of the week. Do you know where your Autobot is?

If you said digging around on Deck 12 looking for more bits of metal, you'd be right. He doesn't particularly need it, without the ammunition to replenish, but the gaping hole in his chest takes more than a little effort for this auto-repair systems. And they do need the extra

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[medicalofficer]

[Ratchet himself was not looking for metal so much as anything that he found particularly intriguing. His former quarters had been vacated to house his growing collection of oddities, and without the need to actually stay there anymore, there was even more space.

He sat atop a particularly stuffed suitcase, a tiny gold frog perched sleepily on the top of his head.

At the moment, he's looking through a small, travel sewing kit. Holding up a spool of thread, he begins to unwind it - likely tangling himself in it in the process.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He succeeds in prying the lock off the trunk, but it comes away with a good bit of trunk as well as metal. With a grunt, he tosses it away before turning around.]

Found these. Guess they will work--

[Seeing what his friend has gotten himself into, he trails off, staring. He trudges toward him through the luggage.]

What are you doing?

[medicalofficer]

This is most fascinating. It appears to be a 'repair kit,' if the title on the box is to be trusted...

[There's a moment of confusion as he realizes he's managed to knot the thread around his fingers, looking almost like a game of cat's cradle gone awry. A grumble as he tugs, snapping the string.]

I am not sure what sort of repairs they would manage with these materials. They are hardly durable.

[heavyweaponsbot]

There are no metals in there. Nor tools. What could that repair?

[His stolen sporks still in hand, he folds his arms, waiting for the other to get himself out of the tangle. Ratchet's hands are more dexterous than Ironhide's, and if he tried to help, he'd make it worse.]

Maybe they repair humans, not us.