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[prob_japanese]

One of the more interesting side effects of the Bar's subspace compression field, so far as Bumblebee is concerned, is the way it shunts most of his mass off to someplace else entirely while he's there. He doesn't weigh a whole lot more than a large, heavyset human despite being made of metal. While this would cramp his style during a fight, if a

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[trustydriver]

A girl in a steel-gray unitard also happens to be sitting in the rafters a few yards away from where Bumblebee is clambering up.

She's staring, a bit.

[prob_japanese]

"I don't remember hearing of any talking animals on Earth, for whatever that's worth," says Bumblebee. "One would think that would be a fairly talked-about topic."

[trustydriver]

"See, that's what I said."

[prob_japanese]

"Did anyone try to cover it up? Was there some sort of government agency keeping things quiet?" guesses Bumblebee; it sounds the sort of thing Sector Seven might have to do.

[trustydriver]

"There mighta been. He wasn't too clear on that..."

[prob_japanese]

"Hm. Well, if I find out there ever was such a talking dog in your country, I'll be sure to let you know."

[trustydriver]

"...thanks."

Truth be told, Kit isn't sure she wants to know.