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beckyh2112) wrote2008-05-16 11:00 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2008-05-16 11:00 pm
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Ficbit: Moto Gives Romantic Advice
"-And he's in love with Thundercracker! Thundercracker! Don't get me wrong, my wingmate's a great lay, but a) he's my great lay, and b) Thrust should be my great lay, too." Skywarp paced back and forth in the secondary lounge, his wings tense as he darted glances at the only other person up at this hour. "What do you think?"
Motormaster thought that the generally angry grunt he'd given the Seeker when the twit first sauntered in had sounded nothing like 'tell me about your love-life troubles'. Damn Megatron for forbidding him from breaking the fragging jets for being idiots. But no, the Constructicons were such whiny bitches when you dumped a jet who'd been crucified with his own wings on them. "So repaint yourself as Thundercracker."
Skywarp screwed up his face in deep thought. Then he abruptly broke into snickers. "What, Silverbolt only puts out if you look like Prime?"
That was it. Slag the Constructicons and the space shuttle they rode in on. He was going to stuff Skywarp's thrusters into his intakes and nail them there with his wing-spars. "You're a slagging Seeker that wants to get into another slagging Seeker's berth."
The dark jet shot him a panicky look as Motormaster ripped the table off the deck it was bolted to, and the jet disappeared in a flash of purple.
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Motormaster thought that the generally angry grunt he'd given the Seeker when the twit first sauntered in had sounded nothing like 'tell me about your love-life troubles'. Damn Megatron for forbidding him from breaking the fragging jets for being idiots. But no, the Constructicons were such whiny bitches when you dumped a jet who'd been crucified with his own wings on them. "So repaint yourself as Thundercracker."
Skywarp screwed up his face in deep thought. Then he abruptly broke into snickers. "What, Silverbolt only puts out if you look like Prime?"
That was it. Slag the Constructicons and the space shuttle they rode in on. He was going to stuff Skywarp's thrusters into his intakes and nail them there with his wing-spars. "You're a slagging Seeker that wants to get into another slagging Seeker's berth."
The dark jet shot him a panicky look as Motormaster ripped the table off the deck it was bolted to, and the jet disappeared in a flash of purple.
End