I bet Perceptor and Bluestreak would have fun with these!
Random Autobot: Okay, time to read it... Perceptor, what *are* these words? No one's gonna understand this! Perceptor: *bounces* Read it anyway! Random Autobot: *reads gibberish peppered with scientific terms* Perceptor: *rolling on the ground with laughter* Other Autobots: *confused silence*
Perceptor asked himself when the other Autobots were slaughtered.
Megatron: Because deep down, you're a cold-sparked Decepticon like us. Join us, Perceptor! Soon, we will rule the universe! Perceptor: *still in tears of confusion over why he isn't in tears of sorrow and vengeful hatred* Megatron: *sigh* We have cookies and advanced scientific equipment. Perceptor: *stops crying* Okay! Who should I slaughter first? *big grin* Megatron: *slightly freaked out*
LOVE it. I dare you to write some of those. I DARE you.
I just noticed that I didn't add any other Decepticons. Hmmmm. Maybe they are all sitting back and enjoying the show?
Kickback: Well, since they're all so depressed over their love lives (or lack thereof) that they've stopped drinking their energon... Bombshell: Dinner and a show! Shrapnel: *munch munch*
Soundwave and Blaster, cursed to repeat their battle over and over again... *is sad*
Their records are skipping. *also sad*
They would think that, wouldn't they? They'll all turn into hypochondriacs.
Except Red Alert. He was expecting something like this, so he built in firewalls for himself and is sitting back laughing smugly while the others panic.
Perceptor knows it! But can't tell anyone. How did he learn though? Did Primus tell him? Or maybe he is Primus!
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Date: 2008-09-21 05:20 pm (UTC)Random Autobot: Okay, time to read it... Perceptor, what *are* these words? No one's gonna understand this!
Perceptor: *bounces* Read it anyway!
Random Autobot: *reads gibberish peppered with scientific terms*
Perceptor: *rolling on the ground with laughter*
Other Autobots: *confused silence*
Perceptor asked himself when the other Autobots were slaughtered.
Megatron: Because deep down, you're a cold-sparked Decepticon like us. Join us, Perceptor! Soon, we will rule the universe!
Perceptor: *still in tears of confusion over why he isn't in tears of sorrow and vengeful hatred*
Megatron: *sigh* We have cookies and advanced scientific equipment.
Perceptor: *stops crying* Okay! Who should I slaughter first? *big grin*
Megatron: *slightly freaked out*
Optimus wants Blaster, Blaster wants Tracks, Tracks wants Sunstreaker, Sunstreaker wants Trailbreaker, Trailbreaker wants Hound, Hound wants Mirage, Mirage wants Cliffjumper, Cliffjumper wants Brawn, Brawn wants Perceptor, and Perceptor wants Megatron.
LOVE it. I dare you to write some of those. I DARE you.
I just noticed that I didn't add any other Decepticons. Hmmmm. Maybe they are all sitting back and enjoying the show?
Kickback: Well, since they're all so depressed over their love lives (or lack thereof) that they've stopped drinking their energon...
Bombshell: Dinner and a show!
Shrapnel: *munch munch*
Soundwave and Blaster, cursed to repeat their battle over and over again... *is sad*
Their records are skipping. *also sad*
They would think that, wouldn't they? They'll all turn into hypochondriacs.
Except Red Alert. He was expecting something like this, so he built in firewalls for himself and is sitting back laughing smugly while the others panic.
Perceptor knows it! But can't tell anyone. How did he learn though? Did Primus tell him? Or maybe he is Primus!
What if he's Unicron?