Here is the first bit of this story. I'll try and do a piece about this length every day and then post it when it's done.
So - here's setting the scene with Frenzy ....
“We apologise,” said the Reflector triplets together. “But the Seekers are currently fully occupying our attentions! No additional interface appointments are available at this time!”
Spectro smirked and Spyglass wore a look of smug satisfaction. Viewfinder glanced at the cassettes ruefully as they exited. But he followed the others. The door hissed shut.
Frenzy threw his hands in the air. “You see?” he said. “There ain’t no-one!”
Rumble couldn’t help agreeing. But they’d been through this a hundred times. Nevertheless, he looked up from his datapad.
“Look - I know, Frenz!” he said. “I know you’re horny and you wanna run through about half a dozen mechs and have ‘em all say how hot you are but face facts – it ain’t gonna happen!”
He went back to studying Cybercat Hunting Habits. Boring as all slag. But there was nothing else to do.
Frenzy paced dejectedly. “That’s the trouble, you see Rum!” he went on. “There’s no reason why I couldn’t fuck them stupid. But they’re all hung up! They got a size thing, or they reckon - what if Soundwave listens in, or what’s he gonna do? You know what? I reckon they’re just afraid I’d show ‘em up!”
Or that you’re just plain crazy! Rumble thought. “Uhuh!” he agreed.
“Morons!“ Frenzy went on. “They dunno what they’re missing. And as for Viewfinder’s lot – they’re just plain stuck up!”
“Yeah,” Rumble agreed. “So we gotta face facts. We’re stuck with each other!” he brought up the next screen on the datapad. “Cybercat mating habits.” It was mildly more interesting. “If it’s any consolation, Ravage’s chances of ‘getting it’ here aren’t good either!” he observed.
But Frenzy wasn’t listening. A change had come over Rumble’s twin, and a wicked smile covered his face plates. His optics glinted. “Of course – they ain’t the only ones on this planet!” he said.
Now, Rumble looked up. His optic ridges furrowed into a frown. “Surely you don’t mean - the Autobozos?” he asked.
Frenzy nodded enthusiastically. Rumble let out a loud sigh. He put down the pad. “Tell me you’re puttin’ me on!” he said. “You can’t be that desperate – surely!”
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Date: 2012-01-14 05:10 am (UTC)So - here's setting the scene with Frenzy ....
“We apologise,” said the Reflector triplets together. “But the Seekers are currently fully occupying our attentions! No additional interface appointments are available at this time!”
Spectro smirked and Spyglass wore a look of smug satisfaction. Viewfinder glanced at the cassettes ruefully as they exited. But he followed the others. The door hissed shut.
Frenzy threw his hands in the air. “You see?” he said. “There ain’t no-one!”
Rumble couldn’t help agreeing. But they’d been through this a hundred times. Nevertheless, he looked up from his datapad.
“Look - I know, Frenz!” he said. “I know you’re horny and you wanna run through about half a dozen mechs and have ‘em all say how hot you are but face facts – it ain’t gonna happen!”
He went back to studying Cybercat Hunting Habits. Boring as all slag. But there was nothing else to do.
Frenzy paced dejectedly. “That’s the trouble, you see Rum!” he went on. “There’s no reason why I couldn’t fuck them stupid. But they’re all hung up! They got a size thing, or they reckon - what if Soundwave listens in, or what’s he gonna do? You know what? I reckon they’re just afraid I’d show ‘em up!”
Or that you’re just plain crazy! Rumble thought. “Uhuh!” he agreed.
“Morons!“ Frenzy went on. “They dunno what they’re missing. And as for Viewfinder’s lot – they’re just plain stuck up!”
“Yeah,” Rumble agreed. “So we gotta face facts. We’re stuck with each other!” he brought up the next screen on the datapad. “Cybercat mating habits.” It was mildly more interesting. “If it’s any consolation, Ravage’s chances of ‘getting it’ here aren’t good either!” he observed.
But Frenzy wasn’t listening. A change had come over Rumble’s twin, and a wicked smile covered his face plates. His optics glinted. “Of course – they ain’t the only ones on this planet!” he said.
Now, Rumble looked up. His optic ridges furrowed into a frown. “Surely you don’t mean - the Autobozos?” he asked.
Frenzy nodded enthusiastically. Rumble let out a loud sigh. He put down the pad. “Tell me you’re puttin’ me on!” he said. “You can’t be that desperate – surely!”