Long and cool, shiny and black....
Noo, not a Cadillac. It's thirty-five foot of black Bayformer Decepticon. He's sitting in a chair the right size for him, leaning back with his legs stretched out in front as his thinking frown bores figurative holes into the sign. There is no sign of his usual four-footed companion, nor of the sparklets. It's just him, sitting and rumbling to himself.
After awhile though the rumbling breaks off and his frown turns to a scowl beneath his mirrored visor. "You ever notice the slow leaks take more work to clean up than a direct hit to the fan?"
After awhile though the rumbling breaks off and his frown turns to a scowl beneath his mirrored visor. "You ever notice the slow leaks take more work to clean up than a direct hit to the fan?"