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share, Swindler… don’t hate the game. Hate the player!” [Swindle’s engine snarls.] “Twenty percent is NOT my fair share, when I did every BIT of the work! I didn’t see you submitting yourself for torture, you gear-grinding—” [Jumpstart hung up.]

“… you’re fucking kidding me,” [Swindle hisses into the commline.] “You run off with my money, and I’ll kill you.” [Jumpstart laughs and laughs.] “Your idiot gestaltmate cut off our bargaining opportunity— what happened to Megatron, eh? I’m giving you more than your fair

[Swindle was rigging up a landmine, humming to himself.]

coming home. i am playing this on my speaker system. i paid a human on fiverr to make the jingle real

[Swindle is currently sitting inside an interrogation room six times too small for him. His face has been busted up, superficially, and he’s resting a pede on the interrogation table like it’s a footrest.] “So… here’s the story, Uncle Sam. You gotta hear me out, alright?”

seemed impatient.] "Slag yeah I did. You ready to be 'kidnapped,' 'Con?" [Jumpstart winks, clearly in on the joke.] [Swindle nods, as the Autobot (now wearing Neutral plates) snaps on the handcuffs.] "We'll need to record a ransom video for my side of the deal, soon."

tackling him in a bear-hug.] "Little brother, it's been too long. My apologies for blastin' you like that... I thought you had thicker mesh than ya did." [Swindle frowns.] "I did. Not anymore--- don't worry about it. I ain't your little brother, neither. You got the goods?" [He

[The desert stretched out infinitely in front of Swindle, as he slowed to a crawl. Jumpstart was only a hundred meters out. They both transform and approach one another slowly--- before making a sprint for it.] "UAGH!" [Jumpstart shouted, grabbing Swindle by the shoulders and

anxiously. They should leave, before the Combaticon came back. They really ought to.]

picture taped up to the front of it.] “What is this? Some kind of trash heap for all the things he can’t afford to throw out?” [Flashfire rips the picture in half, and then kicks it over, scattering shinies everywhere.] “Creep!” [One of the shuttles starts muttering

shuttles suggests that Vortex might have thrown it out, only upsetting Flashfire further. He smashes his fist into the wall— accidentally triggering the secret wall, which led into the shrine.] “There it is.” [Flashfire yanks his wing out of the disgusting pile, sneering at the

[He growls, when the shuttles eye him anxiously. They ransack the entire place— pocketing much of it. A bottle of expensive-looking polish. Some useful-looking mechanical tools. Spare blankets; where on earth had Vortex gotten so many? Still, the wing eludes them. One of the

[A bright yellow jeep rushes out of the gates of the Decepticon base, flooring the gas pedal— faint laughter could be heard, from the outside. Swindle was on the run again.] [He drives out to the old perimeter guard station and keeps moving west, not even pausing to look back.]

[Swindle is reading the scrapbook. Again, and again, looking for something that... isn't there, anymore.]

This one is going in the scrapbook too

The construction of this song is actually quite well done. You have a bright future as a poet laureate, Brawl.

HE SAID THANK YOU 😊!!!! AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO ASK HIM TO SAY IT!!!

heyyy this is fun! I wonder if I can get this mysterious figure to buy something from the shop.

@Noor_Unnahar

I’ve started hallucinating people telling me all the things I want to hear