Teaching the new guy the ropes
Here's that ghostly Ratchet again, arms crossed as he leans his skidplate against a table and grins. A couple foot away from him stands none other than ol' bunny ears himself, Cyclonus. The Decepticon second in command is scowling deeply as he looks around at their surroundings, his crimson optics narrowed in disgust.
"I see no point in this exercise, Ratchet."
"You'll never make a decent messenger if you can't even keep up a civil conversation. Besides, you can get answers to some of those questions people keep having to politely ignore because you won't admit you have them."
Cyclonus lifts an eyebrow and considers, but then shakes his head and scowls again. "I can think of no such questions. I should return to my lady Galvatron."
"You go back now and she'll kick you in the head." Ratchet shakes his own, and then turns to address the assembled Nexusites. "What's the best way for an uptight guy to relax? This one gets embarrassed when his mate snuggles him in public."
"If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you for that." Cyclonus fades out of sight with mortification.
"I know." Ratchet chuckles and puts his hands behind his head. "Ainnit great?"
"I see no point in this exercise, Ratchet."
"You'll never make a decent messenger if you can't even keep up a civil conversation. Besides, you can get answers to some of those questions people keep having to politely ignore because you won't admit you have them."
Cyclonus lifts an eyebrow and considers, but then shakes his head and scowls again. "I can think of no such questions. I should return to my lady Galvatron."
"You go back now and she'll kick you in the head." Ratchet shakes his own, and then turns to address the assembled Nexusites. "What's the best way for an uptight guy to relax? This one gets embarrassed when his mate snuggles him in public."
"If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you for that." Cyclonus fades out of sight with mortification.
"I know." Ratchet chuckles and puts his hands behind his head. "Ainnit great?"