So I found myself with a need to get from one side of the country to the other, quickly. Now, I've got wheels, but A) I hate Road Trips, and B) I'm not fast enough. My vehicle mode couldn't outrun a Volswagon bug, much less get me to where I needed to be.
So, I called up an old war-buddy of mine (and by 'buddy', I mean I haven't killed him yet). The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hey Astrotrain, you pathetic waste of Energon, get your tin can down here and give me a lift before I invert your face.'
Astrotrain: *Click*
I couldn't understand why he would turn down such a reasonable request. So I showed up at where he lives, kicked three femmebots out, and explained the terms to him personally, and whenever possible, painfully.
Finally, he relented, though he swore that he'd get Megatron on my case. Like I'm scared of that big lug or something. Anyway, the point is he flew me out here.
As you have probably guess by now, I hate flying. Nothing like having your processors inverted while cruising at near-light speed. It doesn't help that Astrotrain is pathetic pilot and doesn't like me very much (I can only wonder why). I'm fairly sure that the greater whole of that 'turbulence' was him doing loops just to spite me. I'm fairly sure my converters are still back home. The only thing that could have possibly made that trip worse would have been a run-in with an Autobot missile. Which, seeing as I haven't heard from Astrotrain since he left, probably happened on the way back. Good riddance, I hated him anyway.
Now, I'm pretty sure Hasbro HQ is around here somewhere. If you see an explosion on the news, it's probably me.
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go clobber those hasbro slags
ill be sure to make all the humans see the carnage
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