seiberwing

I hope you don't mind the line-by-line commentary. :)

Scourge: Walking To the Computer was a new recruit. He turned into a treadmill.
I knew there was something fishy about my treadmill...

Cyclonus: *mimicks talking on a comlink* Hello, traitor? I need you to leave Galvatron. Can you come by on Tuesday?
*giggle*

Scourge: All these stars are making things almost romantic.
Cyclonus: Keep your hands where I can see them.
I bet I know where Scourge would like to put his hands...

Cyclonus: As opposed to the dead-sized bugs that are currently on Torkulon.
No matter how many times I read this line it makes me giggle. ;)

Scourge: Woe is me, my wrist is in pain and thus I am helpless!
If only. :P

Cyclonus: This had better not turn into noncon bondage smut.
Scourge: Cyclonus! Where did you learn such language?
Cyclonus: You.
Why am I not surprised?

Galvatron: And then I rolled over, shot him in the face, and went back to sleep.
There are mornings I'd like to do this to people!

Galvatron: Why am I getting pushed around so much in this story? Do I look like Starscream?
Hmm, let me think about that for a moment... maybe if a tilt my head and squint...

Galvatron: So if I'm this leader, who's that leader?
Scourge: Ratbat?
*sigh* Oh Scourge, you crazy guy!

Galvatron: This fic? Yes.
I don't even think REST can save this fic...

"Cy --- Cyclonus ..." Galvatron breathed, "shut up and take me
Scourge: I think this story is about to get interesting...
to repair bay ..."
Scourge: Damn. *disappointed*
Me too. :(

Loving it!! :D