A Rat and His Raptor
There's a rat and a raptor in the Nexus. Though he's completely dwarfed by the surly Dinobot clone, Rattrap fearlessly leads the larger mech around, pointing out this, that, and the other thing. The little tour concludes in front of a scruffy brown couch, where the tiny mech happily plops his aft down and pulls out a battered box of cookies from between the cushions.
"So, dis is th' Nexus," he says, directing his attention to the clone and waving at the Multiverse at large. "Since it's yer first time here, go on an' ask a question. Any question. Go ahead an' wax philosophical, if ya like. I'm jus' gonna sit here wit' my cookies. An' no eatin' people."
Having been dismissed by his "keeper," the clone grunts and crosses his arms over his chest, glowering fiercely at anyone who gets too close. "I don't have a question."
"It's required," the rat insists, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. "Don' gotta be serious 'r nothin', jus' do it an' get it ova' wit'. Ask 'em 'bout th' ethics a' clonin'."
A particularly violent swing of Dinobot's tail nearly smacks the leering rat upside the head, missing by mere centimeters. This does nothing to reduce Rattrap's grin, and he cackles to himself while stuffing his face.
Turning his back fully on the rodent with a huff, the white mech scowls and chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, still giving the bulk of the Nexus the stink eye. After a moment, he grunts and shrugs one shoulder. "Who are you? What do you believe in? How do your beliefs affect your life? Do you feel your fate is out of control, or is destiny something within your grasp?"
"So, dis is th' Nexus," he says, directing his attention to the clone and waving at the Multiverse at large. "Since it's yer first time here, go on an' ask a question. Any question. Go ahead an' wax philosophical, if ya like. I'm jus' gonna sit here wit' my cookies. An' no eatin' people."
Having been dismissed by his "keeper," the clone grunts and crosses his arms over his chest, glowering fiercely at anyone who gets too close. "I don't have a question."
"It's required," the rat insists, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. "Don' gotta be serious 'r nothin', jus' do it an' get it ova' wit'. Ask 'em 'bout th' ethics a' clonin'."
A particularly violent swing of Dinobot's tail nearly smacks the leering rat upside the head, missing by mere centimeters. This does nothing to reduce Rattrap's grin, and he cackles to himself while stuffing his face.
Turning his back fully on the rodent with a huff, the white mech scowls and chews thoughtfully on his lower lip, still giving the bulk of the Nexus the stink eye. After a moment, he grunts and shrugs one shoulder. "Who are you? What do you believe in? How do your beliefs affect your life? Do you feel your fate is out of control, or is destiny something within your grasp?"