// COTTON WAKE UP . LUGNUT

〝 THEN HOW ABOUT I BRING IN THE HEAT? 〞 His voice is loud, booming; as the cannons atop his back smoke threateningly. No doubt making the temperature around the two rise.

Arms crossed, blue visage just barely moving to acknowledge the other 'con; red eye quirking slightly, just enough to indicate a mild sense of confusion—though, the triple changer's silence wouldn't last very long.

The face would suddenly switch, annoyance sparking within the 'con's expression.

A hand is raised to block the explosives, the face switching again—his eye narrowed at the smaller robot. 〝 We are Blitzwing. 〞 He says in a cold tone, expression not betraying any emotion.

Switch. That jagged grin again.

〝 ...But I think the better question is WHAT are YOU!! 〞

The decepticon was quiet for a moment; as if thinking. 〝 ...Yes, 〞 he answers eventually. 〝 I think it was a product of becoming a triple changer. 〞

He looks conflicted for a moment, before there's a sudden shift; a click, and then a cackle.

〝 —-OR PERHAPS WE WERE ALWAYS A LITTLE /MAD!/ 〞

QUIT TALKIN 💢

MIDAS✧

The twink discourse rn

She is not wrong. Do not bring me into any more of this, insect. 💧

????????????

... That is exactly what you are, no??

( ... )

I don't know what a twink is, insect. 💧

// ok i'll do serious replies after i finish watching the rest of tfa . for now its silliness

I thought we agreed we would never speak of these things.

// i dontfuckjgn know sniffles

// DO NOT GIVE A MAN A HINT. IT DOES NOT CARE IF HE HAS A TUMMY ACHE. DO NOT GIVE A MAN A HINT

// ignore the m i dropped my phone

// YAY m

// i found the one piece (cottons prowl) whats my prize

temp pinned

( auto tuned baby wailing sfx )

Those jokes are...how do you say..."low hanging fruit"? —- WHICH MEANS YOU NEED TO *BEE* MORE CREATIVE HEEHEE! ✨

AWWW THE WIDDLE WIDDLE INSECT IS TRAPPED IN THE HANDS OF A LITTLE LITTLE HUMAN !!!!

HEHEHE LITTLE BUMBLEBEE GOT CAUGHT LIKE A FLY !!!

help

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOMr0cIDI20

GET ME OUT OT THIS PITIFUL, PLASTIC PRISON!!! 💢

The explosion hits—creating a smoke effect over his face. And there's a brief period of silence as the sound of whirring follows.

A cackle, and then an excited clap: 〝 Ooh! My turn! My turn!!! 〞 That jagged grin appears again as he pulls down one of his cannons, with ice firing at Ballade now.

Ah. One of these questions.

Blitzwing tilts his head to one side, as if thinking to himself.

〝 I can. 〞 He says after a moment. Though, usually "talking" is just arguing over very trivial things.

〝 Eh? 〞 A glance in Waspinator's direction, his disposition calmer—colder than the other two. A question?

Blitzwing supposes he can spare the time. He narrows his eyes at the other, looking over the predacon with a vague interest.

〝 ...What is it, then? 〞