.
RIPPING THE LEG LAMP AWAY FROM HIM AND CLUBBING HIM OVER THE HELM WITH IT .
does the g stand for gay
HAAAAAAAAAAAAA
.
stroking her stolen stolen minimus mustache in the mirror, evilly, and with much thought .
" guzzle .
how do i look . "
be honest with him ... or be harpooned ..
.
springer's pinned appears unsalvageable.
much like the success of the new wreckers ' team . '
..impactor always preferred squadron, but to each their supposed own.
except no.
to the winner gets the spoils.
to the winner gets the story.
she is fisitron's favorite,
after all .
.
punches
.
...... squinting down at the tiny tank.
" you piss me off . "
.
TURNING AROUND ??
.
" seekers are nothing more than the loud, irritable birds that scavenge amongst the litter of beaches. they feed on attention better than they feed on trash . "
.
.... 💭 idiot .
.
.... is that not already obvious .
.
what was that .
.
sunshine brittles the paint and rainbows make her color look too busy and gaudy, like he's the fake giant ornatw gemstone ring an old lady would wear .
sunshine and rainbows
are
Not
impactor's thing .
.
but there is no salmon ?
what will it eat ? it will truly be hungry, then . this is a stupid idea. rust yourself .
.
don't actually though .
but don't call for her either .
he's busy with better things .
' what are they-' leave him alone .
.
oh? now they weep for her?
he thought springer was the new leader .
manifest that .
.
shut the fuck up .
.
" so kill them, then .
put them out of their misery . "
.
NO .
.
WHAT THE FUCK .
.
EW.
.
her celebratory victory of the carnage of an inanimate TV halts then drops with his irritated, grumpy frown as he is ridiculously pelted by its scraps
and by some little shrimp, too!
AND he's FRENCH?
THIS IS WHERE IMPACTOR DRAWS THE LINE (RAH 🦅)
" ours ?
last i checked,
you didn't do shit . "
.
she has killed the idiot dog .
throwing his servo and harpoon up in celebration.
GUZZLE. COME RELISH IN THE IDIOT DOG'S DEMISE.
THIS IS WHY WE WRECK.
THIS IS HOW WE RULE .
using the tv's remains as a heroic step stool to continue her cool posing on nothing .
.
SHOOTING HIS HARPOON, AIMING IT AT THE SLEAZY'S REPORTER'S SCRAWNY INTAKE, DOESN'T EVEN CARE THAT -- or seem to know -- THAT IT'S NOT ACTUALLY LETHAL.
RIPPING THE TV OUT OF ITS WIRES.
THE TV THAT MAKES YOU IRRITABLE AND FESTERING .
.
impactor.
nothing without war .
.
Bots . "
watch them listen to me.
and not you .
she trudged past the prison's corner.
his gait purposefully slowed to show this was no retreat because of fear but because of trivial nature.
...
and also to make sure guzzle kept to his word.
standing. waiting behind the corner for him .
.
making sure to bump every bystander still looking on with his shoulder or harpoon edge, even shooting it off to hit any airborne onlookers square upside the chatty little jaw.
she looked back, to see if guzzle was following
but covered it up with a sneer
" shows over .
back to your stations
.
neither did his attempt to break rotorstorm's neck, but.
.. he expected better from everyone.
especially herself.
so she straightened up,
his gaze never leaving the hovercraft.
" you're right,
Twin Twist .*
i do have better things to do.
more than you . "
she shoulders past,
to try and keep his brother safe..
..on The Wreckers?
mech like that were no leaders.
he didn't mean to crush swerve's servo.
he expected a better transaction.
clean. in and out.
she was forgetting what it was like to be a wrecker.
she was missing Her team.
and their empty stares
didn't help .
