Chapter 3 Dirty holidays
In the cafeteria ...
Were all Cybertronian that base. It was time to eat a delicious energon prepared by Elita, the queen of the kitchen.
As they ate, the cyber-crowd gossiped. You know there is no creature more gossip than Cybertronian. Fact!
The king of the gossip was nothing less than the Jazz. In addition to gossip, he was the king of espionage. It was even better than Shock Hound and Bee.
Well, the object of the rumbles were the new experiences of the team of scientists. Jack was speaking loudly and the wonders of the new invention: the gel with pheromones. Some comrades laughed, either did not give credit (Prowl, Ratch and Red, as always). Some even stay shy (Hot Shot).
"Oh, Ratchet, Wheeljack I think is a bit less on the processor. Give him a check." Ironhide said.
"My processor is running normally." Cried Jack.
"Are you afraid of the doctor of the pain, eh, Jack?" Jolt mocked.
"Scum, shut up! Jack, do not worry. I know that you are well, despite being a stumbling. Continue with their inventions. Just be careful that they do not hurt people or do not increase the population here." Said Ratcha.
"It's the doctor is always right." Said Prime.
"Hey, leader Optimus, I'm glad you recognize it. Soon after the holiday, you will be the first of the checklist." Blackout said.
Needless to say where he was to face the Prime .
"I told you, big guy. With the doctors not to play." Sunny said.
"So, if you do not play with the doctors, for you, your brother and the chevy twins always steal artifacts from the medical bay?" Arcee said.
"That's not the case, Miss! Pester doctors is a joy!" Said Sides.
"It's not! When they are the bravest, they hurt us more!" Cried the Megatron.
"Hey, Skids, look at that!" Mudflap said.
"What, brother?" Said the green bot.
"Megatron is afraid of the prostate exam. It will take the fingerprint of Racthet and the Black!" Mudflap said.
"It will take fingerprint, la, la, la !" cried the two sets of twins.
"Scum, four of you just shut up. If I do not lock their vocal processors. Oh, and there is no prostate exam in cyber -organisms. This is a human thing." Cried the doctor bot.
But then it was too late. The buzz had already taken hold in the cafeteria.
The mess only calmed down after the Ironhide gave up a couple shots. Woe, woe, woe.