*dances*

[seiberwing]

This spawned from yet more of me trying to entertain apprentice_lurk by distracting her from her abhorrent job with online Unicronian antics. It's a continuance of this batch of silliness, and is once again all Scourge's fault.



***Megahertz has entered the chat***
Broomcloset: Great, Soundwave’s here.
Decepticon2IC: Have you completed your work?
Megahertz: The virus has been finished and Buzzsaw has been dispatched to the Autobot base.
***Spyonwings has entered the chat***
Spyonwings: I’m in. Ready to plant the virus whenever you are, sir.
Decepticon2IC: Before we begin, I want all of you to understand that this is not authorized activity. There may be consequences.
Megahertz: Buzzsaw and I are ready to begin, Cyclonus.
Broomcloset: I’m calling that a yes. Let’s do this.
Decepticon2IC: Commence Operation Double R.
Megahertz: As you command, Cyclonus.
Spyonwings: *plants* *waits…*
Broomcloset: For great lulz!

Session Start (CrownandCannon:IHaveTheTouch)
IHaveTheTouch: Galvatron!
CrownandCannon: What?!
IHaveTheTouch: This is an unwarranted and unusual attack on our base! Stop it!
CrownandCannon: I wasn’t aware I need your permission to do anything, Prime. *not endearing yourself to me right now, no…*
***IHaveTheTouch wants to send a file.
CrownandCannon: Why, Prime. You want to directly connect right now? Someone could be watching. *smirk*
IHaveTheTouch: -_-; Just shut up and take the file. It’s not anything dangerous, I swear.
CrownandCannon: And my opinion of you has just gone down again. *accepts anyway*
***IHaveTheTouch sent whattheslag.mp3
CrownandCannon: *opens*
CrownandCannon: …your fascination with human music does not interest me, Prime. Get to the point.
IHaveTheTouch: The point is whatever you planted in our systems is playing that all over Autobot City and everywhere else with a loudspeaker linked into our main systems and I want to know what I have to do to get it out.
CrownandCannon: Your team can’t handle it? I greatly misjudged you.
IHaveTheTouch: It’s not as if you went into classified files, you’re just driving everyone mad until we find a way to yank it out. I’d like it sooner rather than later. We’ve got an ambassadorial convoy coming in in a three Earth hours.
CrownandCannon: Hm…
IHaveTheTouch: Please?
CrownandCannon: You. A certain asteroid. One cycle. Five cubes of your good high grade. I trust you know the rest.
IHaveTheTouch: *sigh* Fine. But you’d better have this base quiet by then.
CrownandCannon: And I’ll see what I can do about your little…musical problem.
Session Close (IHaveTheTouch)

***CrownandCannon has entered the chat***
Decepticon2IC: Mighty Galvatron! *salutes*
Megahertz: *salutes*
Spyonwings: *salutes*
Broomcloset: *what he said*
CrownandCannon: Am I to assume at least one of you had something to do with this…prank on the Autobots?
Broomcloset: What prank?
CrownandCannon: The one that has Prime so irked and desperate for audial relief. Don’t play dumb with me, Scourge.
Decepticon2IC: It was meant as an exercise in psychological warfare. I take full responsibility for this, mighty one.
Broomcloset: Yes. Yes, he does.
Decepticon2IC: As does Scourge.
Broomcloset: Hey!
CrownandCannon: Mm…
CrownandCannon: I want it nullified fifteen astroseconds short of one cycle. No more, no less.
Megahertz: It shall be done.
CrownandCannon: You are dismissed, Soundwave.
***Megahertz has left the chat***
CrownandCannon: As amusing as this is, I demand that you tell me next time you plan such an endeavor. I like to know why Prime is trying to bribe me to turn off the music.
Decepticon2IC: Understood, sir.
CrownandCannon: And Scourge?
Broomcloset: Yessir?
CrownandCannon: I know this was your idea and I have exactly one thing to say to you.
Broomcloset: …yes, sir?
CrownandCannon: Keep up the good work.
***CrownandCannon has left the chat***
Decepticon2IC: That went even better than expected.
Broomcloset: No kidding. *grins*
Broomcloset: Best Rickroll ever, y/n?
Decepticon2IC: Y, Scourge. I would consider this a definite Y.