...all they're missing is the Little Wooden Boy.
Here comes Ratchet...and he's got someone with him. Judging from the energy the new guy is displaying, the medic's patience is probably being tested quite a bit at the moment.
"This is the NEXUS!" the orange, gray and red robot announces, as if it needs to be pointed out. Glancing up with a huge grin on his faceplate, he blinks at the sign...then frowns in confusion. "And that is really hard to look at."
"Yes. Yes it is." Ratchet sighs in a long-suffering sort of way and folds his arms over his windshield. "Are you going to ask a question or not?"
"But you just asked a question!"
"You can ask more than one question. We can both ask questions."
The new robot grins. "I'll ask about art! I just finished my macaroni Bumblebee today!"
Ratchet grumbles about how he'll never understand this "art" stuff. "You can't fight evil with a macaroni Autobot!"
"I am Wreck-Gar and I'll be the judge of that!"
"By the All Spark..." Ratchet sits down on the nearest couch to just wait this disaster out. "C'mon. Ask already."
Wreck-Gar considers a possible question, then promptly changes his mind. He turns to address the Nexus. "Nexus, I am Wreck-Gar and I make art because everyone says it's more constructive than rotting in front of the TV! Who are you and what do you do to keep yourself busy?"
But wait, there's more! He pulls out a very Not-Macaroni Bumblebee art piece out of the storage compartment on his back and sits it down by the couch. All in all, it's not a bad piece of work...if you sort of tilt your head and squint a little to get past the proportion issues. It's special like that. At least Wreck-Gar managed to coordinate the colors on the cans to where they more or less match the real Prime's color scheme. "This is a 1/25 scrap art sculpture of Optimus Prime I made out of soda cans and wire coat hangers! ...do you like it? Do you think Optimus Prime will like it? Why do you think Ratchet doesn't like it? Should I do a Ratchet sculpture next?"
"I never said I didn't like it!" Ratchet snaps before the last question can fully register. When it does, he blinks and sulks in his seat. "And no, you shouldn't! For love of the All Spark..."
"This is the NEXUS!" the orange, gray and red robot announces, as if it needs to be pointed out. Glancing up with a huge grin on his faceplate, he blinks at the sign...then frowns in confusion. "And that is really hard to look at."
"Yes. Yes it is." Ratchet sighs in a long-suffering sort of way and folds his arms over his windshield. "Are you going to ask a question or not?"
"But you just asked a question!"
"You can ask more than one question. We can both ask questions."
The new robot grins. "I'll ask about art! I just finished my macaroni Bumblebee today!"
Ratchet grumbles about how he'll never understand this "art" stuff. "You can't fight evil with a macaroni Autobot!"
"I am Wreck-Gar and I'll be the judge of that!"
"By the All Spark..." Ratchet sits down on the nearest couch to just wait this disaster out. "C'mon. Ask already."
Wreck-Gar considers a possible question, then promptly changes his mind. He turns to address the Nexus. "Nexus, I am Wreck-Gar and I make art because everyone says it's more constructive than rotting in front of the TV! Who are you and what do you do to keep yourself busy?"
But wait, there's more! He pulls out a very Not-Macaroni Bumblebee art piece out of the storage compartment on his back and sits it down by the couch. All in all, it's not a bad piece of work...if you sort of tilt your head and squint a little to get past the proportion issues. It's special like that. At least Wreck-Gar managed to coordinate the colors on the cans to where they more or less match the real Prime's color scheme. "This is a 1/25 scrap art sculpture of Optimus Prime I made out of soda cans and wire coat hangers! ...do you like it? Do you think Optimus Prime will like it? Why do you think Ratchet doesn't like it? Should I do a Ratchet sculpture next?"
"I never said I didn't like it!" Ratchet snaps before the last question can fully register. When it does, he blinks and sulks in his seat. "And no, you shouldn't! For love of the All Spark..."