[With a short sigh, Scorponok leans back from the table, his tail waving slightly in the air as he stares at the finished product, a stack of paper, with a note on the top, all written in Cybertronian glyphs and addressed to himself.
If he was wrong, he would feel stupid, but he knew he was right. This wasn’t his world, and from the looks of things
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