Wonderful Electric - Bonecrusher/Brawl rare pairing prompt
Title: Wonderful Electric
Series: Movieverse
Rating: M/NC-17
Prompt: Bonecrusher/Brawl - “I should know better.”
Summary: Bonecrusher tends to forget there's no stopping Brawl when he's got his mind set on something. Plug 'n play, sex toys (kinda).
Notes: Yeah, a few weeks late, sorry :( Full, TL;DR notes at the end. This is also my first public robot smut story :3
I'm dressed in white noise
You know just what I want
So please --Goldfrapp
It didn't take Bonecrusher very long to decide that he hated cows. There wasn't much wrong with them when they were kept at a distance - that is, behind the fences. They seemed to be everywhere in North America, especially once the cities gave way to the sprawling farm fields. Without air transport, he and Brawl were forced to drive those long miles, at the same time trying to find clues to the whereabouts of the Allspark.
He highly doubted it would be anywhere near the cows, but it would honestly be a good place to hide the Cube. No Cybertronian in their right processor would want to get too close to that rancid smell. Which, of course, explained why Brawl had suddenly veered off the highway to go gallivanting across one particular farm. He simply didn't use his processors enough to make good decisions.
Bonecrusher had tried to stop him, even though he knew there would be nothing for it. Brawl wanted to see the livestock up close, and indulging his misplaced curiosity was the only way to end this detour as quickly as possible. Barricade would be sore with them if there were late to the rendezvous point, but he'd be sore if they were early or on time. He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain by letting Brawl play with the local lifeforms.
He had fully expected Brawl to just fire a shell into their midst, but instead he had simply plowed through the fence to terrorize them. Bonecrusher had found it mildly amusing that the fence was electric, but only mildly because it didn't hurt Brawl in the least. He had such a high pain threshold it was useless to try punishing him with bodily harm.
With a hole in the fence and the electric circuit broken, the cows were now milling about all over the place. Most of them seemed intent on getting as far away from the tank as possible, not even flinching when they passed by Bonecrusher. He was standing just outside the pen, waiting for Brawl to get bored with trawling around the pasture.
“Brawl,” he said over the comm. “Let's go.”
Brawl responded by veering off in another direction - away from Bonecrusher. He heard the fence crunching, more panicked mooooos, and Brawl laughing uproariously. The tank made another turn, driving out of sight behind one of the few buildings on the property. Bonecrusher no longer hated Brawl. No, there was not a word in any language that would sufficiently describe his loathing for him right now.
Checking his patience, Bonecrusher walked the perimeter of the fence, towards the large red building Brawl had disappeared behind. A few more cows went trotting past, along with several oversized birds. The birds were not entirely flight capable, and he had to swat at them to get them out of his way. He hated stupid organics that didn't realize how easily he could crush them.
“Brawl!” he settled for shouting, hoping Brawl would identify with a more direct approach, and listen to him. He didn't hope too much, thankfully, considering he was met with silence.
Bonecrusher stopped outside the entrance of the building, peering in cautiously. It was obviously some sort of storage facility, with a roof high enough to allow even Brawl to stand mostly upright. Except Brawl wasn't upright, but bent over, snooping through the various alien tools that were hanging off the walls.
Against his better judgment, Bonecrusher ducked under the threshold and walked inside. It was dry and dusty and smelled of organic rot. There were cubes of brittle plant matter stacked alongside one wall, with tools and a few machines scattered on workbenches. A few of the cubes had tumbled to the floor, but had not been interesting enough to hold Brawl's short attention span.
“Check this out,” Brawl said, cutting off anything Bonecrusher might have to say. Bonecrusher was presented with a metal rod, the grip barely large enough for Brawl to hold onto. It couldn't be more than four feet long, and ended in a pair of prongs that suddenly made Bonecrusher uncomfortable. It was the way it had caught Brawl's attention, he decided, that really worried him.
“What is it?” Bonecrusher asked, instantly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. Acknowledging Brawl's existence only seemed to encourage this awful behavior, unfortunately.
“Beats me,” Brawl shrugged, turning the rod over in his hand curiously. The handle was partially wrapped in rubber, and had something that looked suspiciously like a trigger. “But it's got an electric charge.”
To prove his point, Brawl lifted it up, claw carefully depressing the switch on the handle. It made a dull buzzing sound, and the way it made Brawl's optics light up - well, that couldn't be good.
“Put it back,” Bonecrusher growled, watching Brawl tap the charged end experimentally with the finger of his other hand. Apparently the little thing packed quite a punch, as it bit even Brawl's armor.
“Wow!” said Brawl, relaxing the trigger to stop the buzzing. “You should try this.”
“No,” said Bonecrusher. “Put it back.”
Brawl looked at him, and Bonecrusher realized his mistake: very few mechs could make Brawl do something he didn't want to do, and he was not one of them. Brawl became very resentful when someone he didn't take orders from tried to boss him around, and that showed very clearly right now. Bonecrusher barely had time to regret his words before Brawl was barreling at him, sending them both tumbling head over wheels.
Unsurprisingly, Bonecrusher wound up on his back, arms pinned to his sides with Brawl's knees straddling his hips. Brawl leaned down, four optics burning with an intensity usually reserved for the battle field.
“I don't want to put it back,” he growled, his voice much deeper than it had been before. Bonecrusher tried to remember if that meant he was angry or - well, who was he kidding? Brawl was always angry about something.
“Then don't,” Bonecrusher snarled, pushing up against Brawl only to get slammed back into the ground. He heard several tools unhinge from their hooks, clattering to the ground. Brawl ignored them. “Get off!”
“I've got somewhere else I can put it,” Brawl said in the same low tone, and Bonecrusher didn't think it sounded angry anymore. The pressure let up on one of his arms, and a moment later something sharp slid into the gap of armor between his leg and hip. He heard the buzzing sound again, but it was drowned out by his howl of pain and rage, frame jerking as a torrent of high voltage electricity erupted through his circuitry. It was small consolation that it was over as quickly as it had begun.
“Get off,” Bonecrusher tried again, vocals crackling with static from the assault. His free arm clawed at Brawl fruitlessly, not gaining an inch towards escape.
“Huh. Bad guess,” Brawl said, ignoring Bonecrusher's attempts to repel him. “I thought for sure that transformation seam would be sensitive. What about here?”
“What -” Bonecrusher's sentence turned into a yelp as the sharp prongs were wedged between where his grill and windshield folded into his chassis, hitting the circuitry below. The electric current came back with the buzzing sound, and his processor came to the staggering conclusion that Brawl was using a cattle prod on him. The pain was there, but it wasn't as bad. His back arced up off the ground, frame convulsing once before the prongs, and the electricity, were removed.
Cooling fans kicked on within his body in an effort to keep his core temperature down. It was the stress, he thought, that did it. Stress because he was being goddamn electrocuted.
“Closer,” Brawl mused, his free hand wandering up Bonecrusher's side in a way that made his engine sputter. He renewed his attempts to dislodge Brawl, but those were cut short when he felt the tank's secondary claws extend, hooking into his armor. Bonecrusher froze, knowing that no matter how thick his armor was, Brawl could shred through it with a flick of his wrist.
The prongs pressed into him again, this time angled against his side and wedging against a fuel line and his auxiliary tactile feed. Bonecrusher tensed, preparing for another shock of pain, even if Brawl obviously had other ideas. He felt Brawl readjust his grip, and then the cattle prod came on again. This time, however, there was no pain, just a blissful humming through his lines. Despite the high voltage, the current was low, and blanketed his circuits in the most wonderful electricity.
His entire body relaxed, succumbing to the current coming from the cattle prod, and he heard himself moan. That should have been humiliating, but right now he didn't care. Bonecrusher hadn't felt something this pure and wonderful in centuries, the electricity building up a massive charge in his energy field.
The hand that had been trying to push away Brawl's arm now curled around the edge of his elbow, desperately holding it close and still. He felt the claws release from his side, and Brawl's weight settling on top of him. His supercharged energy field was met by Brawl's, who bucked against him hard enough to raise sparks. Bonecrusher's death grip on Brawl's arm ensured that the prongs never slipped, even as Brawl shifted again to paw at his chest with his free hand.
Through the haze of tingling electricity, Bonecrusher somehow figured out what he wanted. Brawl wanted to feel what he was feeling, and he was far too lost in the rush of pleasure to deny him anything at this point. He released the locks on his interface panel, the armor just under his spark cracking open so Brawl could get to it.
Brawl fumbled with the cable so badly he had to let up on the trigger of the prod, and the loss of that blessed current wrenched an embarrassing whimper from Bonecrusher. Though his hand still shook, Brawl managed to pull out the cable, plugging it into his own interface tech. His was a bit higher, above his spark, but Bonecrusher hardly thought that relevant when Brawl completed the connection by plugging himself into Bonecrusher's port.
Bonecrusher shuddered as the current fluctuated, now flowing through their interface cables and into Brawl. It evened out after a moment, some of the intensity draining from it as it strained across both of them. Where the electricity from the prod dimmed, the rush of data he received from Brawl thundered across his circuits, fueling the fire in his vital lines. Brawl rocked against him, snarling something unintelligible that ended in a groan so deep it vibrated in his chassis.
That this would never end was the only thing Bonecrusher could hope for, even though logic dictated that he knew better. He knew it would end, and may be never happen again. But when Brawl's hand wandered down to dip fingers into his wheel wells, and when Bonecrusher raked his claws across his treads - oh Primus, that it would never end.
Brawl went over first, howling as his systems overloaded and his energy field expanded sharply against Bonecrusher's. The electrical current went wild, coursing through Bonecrusher with such force that he saw and heard only white static. His back arced up off the dirt, drawing more sparks as his energy field shivered in his overload. Brawl's weight brought them both back down, and the electric current stopped, leaving them both heaving.
The cattle prod rolled out of Brawl's limp hand, forgotten the moment they looked at one another. There was a moment of peace, and then Brawl's face twisted into the same panic Bonecrusher was experiencing. Something was definitely wrong, but -
“Whoa!” Brawl shouted, jerking back as a gust of intense heat washed over them, followed by a cloud of black smoke. Bonecrusher tried to scuttle backwards, away from the flames that were devouring the stacks of hay at an impressive rate. Brawl was on his feet first, and hauled Bonecrusher up so they could stumble towards the door.
Once outside, they didn't turn until they were at least a hundred yards away. By then the entire building was engulfed in flames, fueled by the dry cubes of plant matter. Why did humans make their structures out of such flammable material, anyways? No wonder things were always on fire on this stupid planet.
“Ah, slaggit,” Brawl kicked the dirt with one foot. “I left the prod in there!”
What a crying shame, Bonecrusher thought, watching the fire consume the dry, old wood of the barn. They were going to have to make themselves scarce before the humans caught sight of the smoke and came running. Brawl turned to Bonecrusher.
“We should stop at another farm,” he said. “They might have more of those.”
“...we'll see,” Bonecrusher said, folding down to his alt mode. The transformation sequence sent shivers through his frame, apparently still a bit... tingly from the whole experience. “Now come on, we're behind enough as it is.”
Brawl sent one last wistful look towards the burning barn. Bonecrusher considered telling him the cattle prod would be slagged by now, but thankfully his comrade transformed, rolling after him. They both drove towards the road, with Brawl lagging behind as his turret rotated to aim at something Bonecrusher couldn't see.
When the tank fired a shell, Bonecrusher was not surprised. The cows that he had been aiming at, however, were surprised as they could be before being reduced to liquid meat.
“Ha!” Brawl cried in triumph, engine growling as he made to catch up with Bonecrusher. “This was fun!”
“Yeah,” Bonecrusher grunted. “Whatever.”
Well, he had to admit, and he would never say as much to Brawl, it had been interesting. Enough that he resented the tank a little less for the delay.
My goodness there were a lot of factors going into this story.
First off, thanks to antepathy for providing the prompt, and reminding me that I had the basic outline for this story, but forgot about it. Second, my love for this pairing can be blamed on kinrazza and her wonderful Power Rush fic. Third, two ridiculously awesome fics ( Jump Start and Consult Your Doctor Before Use) gave me part of the idea of using everyday human tools for giant robots to use when getting off. The cattle prod inspiration came from a little mishap at work.
One of our distributors deals with livestock products, and someone, somewhere fudged up and we got one of these beauties in by accident. Did you know they come fully charged out of the box? Like the responsible adults undisciplined children that we are, we spent most of the day chasing each other around with it. A coworker and I have a running joke, where I'm Bonecrusher (“I hate everything today!”) and he's Brawl (“I want to blow shit up!”). Little does he know our goofing around with the cattle prod gave me naughty ideas.
Lastly, Goldfrapp's Strict Machine is the greatest robot sex song ever. Goldfrapp is like my summer romance before discovering Lady Gaga.
Series: Movieverse
Rating: M/NC-17
Prompt: Bonecrusher/Brawl - “I should know better.”
Summary: Bonecrusher tends to forget there's no stopping Brawl when he's got his mind set on something. Plug 'n play, sex toys (kinda).
Notes: Yeah, a few weeks late, sorry :( Full, TL;DR notes at the end. This is also my first public robot smut story :3
I'm dressed in white noise
You know just what I want
So please --Goldfrapp
It didn't take Bonecrusher very long to decide that he hated cows. There wasn't much wrong with them when they were kept at a distance - that is, behind the fences. They seemed to be everywhere in North America, especially once the cities gave way to the sprawling farm fields. Without air transport, he and Brawl were forced to drive those long miles, at the same time trying to find clues to the whereabouts of the Allspark.
He highly doubted it would be anywhere near the cows, but it would honestly be a good place to hide the Cube. No Cybertronian in their right processor would want to get too close to that rancid smell. Which, of course, explained why Brawl had suddenly veered off the highway to go gallivanting across one particular farm. He simply didn't use his processors enough to make good decisions.
Bonecrusher had tried to stop him, even though he knew there would be nothing for it. Brawl wanted to see the livestock up close, and indulging his misplaced curiosity was the only way to end this detour as quickly as possible. Barricade would be sore with them if there were late to the rendezvous point, but he'd be sore if they were early or on time. He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain by letting Brawl play with the local lifeforms.
He had fully expected Brawl to just fire a shell into their midst, but instead he had simply plowed through the fence to terrorize them. Bonecrusher had found it mildly amusing that the fence was electric, but only mildly because it didn't hurt Brawl in the least. He had such a high pain threshold it was useless to try punishing him with bodily harm.
With a hole in the fence and the electric circuit broken, the cows were now milling about all over the place. Most of them seemed intent on getting as far away from the tank as possible, not even flinching when they passed by Bonecrusher. He was standing just outside the pen, waiting for Brawl to get bored with trawling around the pasture.
“Brawl,” he said over the comm. “Let's go.”
Brawl responded by veering off in another direction - away from Bonecrusher. He heard the fence crunching, more panicked mooooos, and Brawl laughing uproariously. The tank made another turn, driving out of sight behind one of the few buildings on the property. Bonecrusher no longer hated Brawl. No, there was not a word in any language that would sufficiently describe his loathing for him right now.
Checking his patience, Bonecrusher walked the perimeter of the fence, towards the large red building Brawl had disappeared behind. A few more cows went trotting past, along with several oversized birds. The birds were not entirely flight capable, and he had to swat at them to get them out of his way. He hated stupid organics that didn't realize how easily he could crush them.
“Brawl!” he settled for shouting, hoping Brawl would identify with a more direct approach, and listen to him. He didn't hope too much, thankfully, considering he was met with silence.
Bonecrusher stopped outside the entrance of the building, peering in cautiously. It was obviously some sort of storage facility, with a roof high enough to allow even Brawl to stand mostly upright. Except Brawl wasn't upright, but bent over, snooping through the various alien tools that were hanging off the walls.
Against his better judgment, Bonecrusher ducked under the threshold and walked inside. It was dry and dusty and smelled of organic rot. There were cubes of brittle plant matter stacked alongside one wall, with tools and a few machines scattered on workbenches. A few of the cubes had tumbled to the floor, but had not been interesting enough to hold Brawl's short attention span.
“Check this out,” Brawl said, cutting off anything Bonecrusher might have to say. Bonecrusher was presented with a metal rod, the grip barely large enough for Brawl to hold onto. It couldn't be more than four feet long, and ended in a pair of prongs that suddenly made Bonecrusher uncomfortable. It was the way it had caught Brawl's attention, he decided, that really worried him.
“What is it?” Bonecrusher asked, instantly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. Acknowledging Brawl's existence only seemed to encourage this awful behavior, unfortunately.
“Beats me,” Brawl shrugged, turning the rod over in his hand curiously. The handle was partially wrapped in rubber, and had something that looked suspiciously like a trigger. “But it's got an electric charge.”
To prove his point, Brawl lifted it up, claw carefully depressing the switch on the handle. It made a dull buzzing sound, and the way it made Brawl's optics light up - well, that couldn't be good.
“Put it back,” Bonecrusher growled, watching Brawl tap the charged end experimentally with the finger of his other hand. Apparently the little thing packed quite a punch, as it bit even Brawl's armor.
“Wow!” said Brawl, relaxing the trigger to stop the buzzing. “You should try this.”
“No,” said Bonecrusher. “Put it back.”
Brawl looked at him, and Bonecrusher realized his mistake: very few mechs could make Brawl do something he didn't want to do, and he was not one of them. Brawl became very resentful when someone he didn't take orders from tried to boss him around, and that showed very clearly right now. Bonecrusher barely had time to regret his words before Brawl was barreling at him, sending them both tumbling head over wheels.
Unsurprisingly, Bonecrusher wound up on his back, arms pinned to his sides with Brawl's knees straddling his hips. Brawl leaned down, four optics burning with an intensity usually reserved for the battle field.
“I don't want to put it back,” he growled, his voice much deeper than it had been before. Bonecrusher tried to remember if that meant he was angry or - well, who was he kidding? Brawl was always angry about something.
“Then don't,” Bonecrusher snarled, pushing up against Brawl only to get slammed back into the ground. He heard several tools unhinge from their hooks, clattering to the ground. Brawl ignored them. “Get off!”
“I've got somewhere else I can put it,” Brawl said in the same low tone, and Bonecrusher didn't think it sounded angry anymore. The pressure let up on one of his arms, and a moment later something sharp slid into the gap of armor between his leg and hip. He heard the buzzing sound again, but it was drowned out by his howl of pain and rage, frame jerking as a torrent of high voltage electricity erupted through his circuitry. It was small consolation that it was over as quickly as it had begun.
“Get off,” Bonecrusher tried again, vocals crackling with static from the assault. His free arm clawed at Brawl fruitlessly, not gaining an inch towards escape.
“Huh. Bad guess,” Brawl said, ignoring Bonecrusher's attempts to repel him. “I thought for sure that transformation seam would be sensitive. What about here?”
“What -” Bonecrusher's sentence turned into a yelp as the sharp prongs were wedged between where his grill and windshield folded into his chassis, hitting the circuitry below. The electric current came back with the buzzing sound, and his processor came to the staggering conclusion that Brawl was using a cattle prod on him. The pain was there, but it wasn't as bad. His back arced up off the ground, frame convulsing once before the prongs, and the electricity, were removed.
Cooling fans kicked on within his body in an effort to keep his core temperature down. It was the stress, he thought, that did it. Stress because he was being goddamn electrocuted.
“Closer,” Brawl mused, his free hand wandering up Bonecrusher's side in a way that made his engine sputter. He renewed his attempts to dislodge Brawl, but those were cut short when he felt the tank's secondary claws extend, hooking into his armor. Bonecrusher froze, knowing that no matter how thick his armor was, Brawl could shred through it with a flick of his wrist.
The prongs pressed into him again, this time angled against his side and wedging against a fuel line and his auxiliary tactile feed. Bonecrusher tensed, preparing for another shock of pain, even if Brawl obviously had other ideas. He felt Brawl readjust his grip, and then the cattle prod came on again. This time, however, there was no pain, just a blissful humming through his lines. Despite the high voltage, the current was low, and blanketed his circuits in the most wonderful electricity.
His entire body relaxed, succumbing to the current coming from the cattle prod, and he heard himself moan. That should have been humiliating, but right now he didn't care. Bonecrusher hadn't felt something this pure and wonderful in centuries, the electricity building up a massive charge in his energy field.
The hand that had been trying to push away Brawl's arm now curled around the edge of his elbow, desperately holding it close and still. He felt the claws release from his side, and Brawl's weight settling on top of him. His supercharged energy field was met by Brawl's, who bucked against him hard enough to raise sparks. Bonecrusher's death grip on Brawl's arm ensured that the prongs never slipped, even as Brawl shifted again to paw at his chest with his free hand.
Through the haze of tingling electricity, Bonecrusher somehow figured out what he wanted. Brawl wanted to feel what he was feeling, and he was far too lost in the rush of pleasure to deny him anything at this point. He released the locks on his interface panel, the armor just under his spark cracking open so Brawl could get to it.
Brawl fumbled with the cable so badly he had to let up on the trigger of the prod, and the loss of that blessed current wrenched an embarrassing whimper from Bonecrusher. Though his hand still shook, Brawl managed to pull out the cable, plugging it into his own interface tech. His was a bit higher, above his spark, but Bonecrusher hardly thought that relevant when Brawl completed the connection by plugging himself into Bonecrusher's port.
Bonecrusher shuddered as the current fluctuated, now flowing through their interface cables and into Brawl. It evened out after a moment, some of the intensity draining from it as it strained across both of them. Where the electricity from the prod dimmed, the rush of data he received from Brawl thundered across his circuits, fueling the fire in his vital lines. Brawl rocked against him, snarling something unintelligible that ended in a groan so deep it vibrated in his chassis.
That this would never end was the only thing Bonecrusher could hope for, even though logic dictated that he knew better. He knew it would end, and may be never happen again. But when Brawl's hand wandered down to dip fingers into his wheel wells, and when Bonecrusher raked his claws across his treads - oh Primus, that it would never end.
Brawl went over first, howling as his systems overloaded and his energy field expanded sharply against Bonecrusher's. The electrical current went wild, coursing through Bonecrusher with such force that he saw and heard only white static. His back arced up off the dirt, drawing more sparks as his energy field shivered in his overload. Brawl's weight brought them both back down, and the electric current stopped, leaving them both heaving.
The cattle prod rolled out of Brawl's limp hand, forgotten the moment they looked at one another. There was a moment of peace, and then Brawl's face twisted into the same panic Bonecrusher was experiencing. Something was definitely wrong, but -
“Whoa!” Brawl shouted, jerking back as a gust of intense heat washed over them, followed by a cloud of black smoke. Bonecrusher tried to scuttle backwards, away from the flames that were devouring the stacks of hay at an impressive rate. Brawl was on his feet first, and hauled Bonecrusher up so they could stumble towards the door.
Once outside, they didn't turn until they were at least a hundred yards away. By then the entire building was engulfed in flames, fueled by the dry cubes of plant matter. Why did humans make their structures out of such flammable material, anyways? No wonder things were always on fire on this stupid planet.
“Ah, slaggit,” Brawl kicked the dirt with one foot. “I left the prod in there!”
What a crying shame, Bonecrusher thought, watching the fire consume the dry, old wood of the barn. They were going to have to make themselves scarce before the humans caught sight of the smoke and came running. Brawl turned to Bonecrusher.
“We should stop at another farm,” he said. “They might have more of those.”
“...we'll see,” Bonecrusher said, folding down to his alt mode. The transformation sequence sent shivers through his frame, apparently still a bit... tingly from the whole experience. “Now come on, we're behind enough as it is.”
Brawl sent one last wistful look towards the burning barn. Bonecrusher considered telling him the cattle prod would be slagged by now, but thankfully his comrade transformed, rolling after him. They both drove towards the road, with Brawl lagging behind as his turret rotated to aim at something Bonecrusher couldn't see.
When the tank fired a shell, Bonecrusher was not surprised. The cows that he had been aiming at, however, were surprised as they could be before being reduced to liquid meat.
“Ha!” Brawl cried in triumph, engine growling as he made to catch up with Bonecrusher. “This was fun!”
“Yeah,” Bonecrusher grunted. “Whatever.”
Well, he had to admit, and he would never say as much to Brawl, it had been interesting. Enough that he resented the tank a little less for the delay.
My goodness there were a lot of factors going into this story.
First off, thanks to antepathy for providing the prompt, and reminding me that I had the basic outline for this story, but forgot about it. Second, my love for this pairing can be blamed on kinrazza and her wonderful Power Rush fic. Third, two ridiculously awesome fics ( Jump Start and Consult Your Doctor Before Use) gave me part of the idea of using everyday human tools for giant robots to use when getting off. The cattle prod inspiration came from a little mishap at work.
One of our distributors deals with livestock products, and someone, somewhere fudged up and we got one of these beauties in by accident. Did you know they come fully charged out of the box? Like the responsible adults undisciplined children that we are, we spent most of the day chasing each other around with it. A coworker and I have a running joke, where I'm Bonecrusher (“I hate everything today!”) and he's Brawl (“I want to blow shit up!”). Little does he know our goofing around with the cattle prod gave me naughty ideas.
Lastly, Goldfrapp's Strict Machine is the greatest robot sex song ever. Goldfrapp is like my summer romance before discovering Lady Gaga.