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[prob_japanese]

When the door from the garage opens, the reversed THX sound is drowned out in a blare of recorded trumpets. Not bad, for the speakers on a Camaro that's at best one-seventh its normal size. Bumblebee's too happy to have his ability to function without rails back to fuss much over issues of size, though, so people may want to consider lifting their

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[eight_or_eleven]

Excitement is excitement no matter the species.

Bumblebee's happy to be back to his version of normal, Strength can see that.

The lions are doing their best to move onto furniture that'll both support their bodies without giving out under the strain AND keep them from having toes or tails run over.

"Hello there! Are you sure you're driving under the speed limit?"

[prob_japanese]

Write me up for 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can't drive 55!

... that'd be a no.

[eight_or_eleven]

"Maybe you should slow down a little? I think those black marks on the floor are yours?"

At that she moves her dress out of the way [clearly Edwardian even though Steampunk is over-she rather liked the style].

"They look a little like they were made by tires."

[prob_japanese]

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln-"

He might be a Chevy, but enh, one Detroit manufacturer is the same as another when you come from as far away as Bumblebee. He'll slow down. Still going fast enough to spook the rats, but it's a little less skidprone.