41st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... If it does not stop being wet and damp in here, I am going to rust. Or be forced to watch my joints seize up. Or let my systems run so low, they become virus-ridden.

This is stupid.

[He knows he sounds sulky, but right now, he doesn't care. Stupid boat.]

Is this foolishness going to continue every time the weather changes?

Comments

[medicalofficer]

[Someone is only half paying attention - He's too busy fiddling with a brightly coloured umbrella that he's been given. He has yet to figure out how to open it.]

There is no reason to be so surly, Ironhide.

The room is safe from the current change in weather, and even then - I doubt a little rain will be enough to rust you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

There is perfectly good reason.

[He's sitting in his corner, under a tarp. A blue one.]

It is damp. I can feel it. And I hate it.

[medicalofficer]

I am sure you will be fine. You have been subjected to worse.

[There's a pop, and a surprised squeak as the umbrella suddenly opens, smacking him in the face.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Worse than continued damp I cannot escape...

[Ironhide trails off, staring, and unamused.]

... from. What... did you just do?

[chopshopgoddess]

[Hi look Ironhide, she's still alive :D]

Probably.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's about time, childthing.]

This is stupid.

[chopshopgoddess]

[She has her reasons!]

Yeah...pretty much.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You okay?

[autodidacticone]

I've got an anti-oxidation formula that you can have [...If you stop complaining.]

I've rigged an airbrush for a different purposes, but I'll switch it out when I'm done.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Where did you get that from?

[autodidacticone]

I made it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

How?