Prime time to ask a question
A portal opens and a ten foot tall Rodimus Prime walks through, one arm around the shoulders of the little femme named Oriana 2 as he spins her some outrageous story of adventure.
Then he pauses and looks around with a frown. "Let me guess... Nexus?"
"Yup!" Oriana looks around with delight, searching for friends.
Rodimus gives the sign a hairy optic. "I was wrong. People do buy Shockvalue's 'art'."
"That's the sign, Dad. You're supposed to ask a question."
"What? What if... hey, alright, I can do that," he says, suddenly thoughtful.
Then he pitches his voice to carry, as he does at meetings. "Can anyone here give me information on a race of thirty foot tall reptiles called the Meredronians? They have a blunt muzzle with four breathing holes, no crest or any similar adornment, tend to wear pants and a bandoleer, and have no tails."
"Are all big brothers... um... strange?" Oriana adds.
Rodimus can't contain a snerk at that.
Then he pauses and looks around with a frown. "Let me guess... Nexus?"
"Yup!" Oriana looks around with delight, searching for friends.
Rodimus gives the sign a hairy optic. "I was wrong. People do buy Shockvalue's 'art'."
"That's the sign, Dad. You're supposed to ask a question."
"What? What if... hey, alright, I can do that," he says, suddenly thoughtful.
Then he pitches his voice to carry, as he does at meetings. "Can anyone here give me information on a race of thirty foot tall reptiles called the Meredronians? They have a blunt muzzle with four breathing holes, no crest or any similar adornment, tend to wear pants and a bandoleer, and have no tails."
"Are all big brothers... um... strange?" Oriana adds.
Rodimus can't contain a snerk at that.