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The sound of a revving engine - it manages to carry an angry ring to it - accompanies the arrival of a Transformer. He's an Autobot, if one goes by the silver brand inverted on his bonnet. His dull bronze optics, seemingly lightless, squint at the area from a deeply-set scowl, facial seams pinched and the corners of his mouth turned sourly down. His stride is stiff and he stamps along until he nearly ploughs right over the sign. He curses rapid-fire and comes to a screeching halt, then glares left and right, forward and back, just to make sure there's no-one hiding behind something and laughing at him.
After a second, maybe, but no more than that, he turns back and glares down at the sign first, giving it a once-over. Then he turns his furious gaze on nothing and everything all at once, jaw clenched.
"Arright," he snarls, crossing his arms tightly and planting his feet shoulder-width apart, "so what's the point of trying to kick out a buncha unwanted company when they end up getting a free pass to stick around anyway?"
After a second, maybe, but no more than that, he turns back and glares down at the sign first, giving it a once-over. Then he turns his furious gaze on nothing and everything all at once, jaw clenched.
"Arright," he snarls, crossing his arms tightly and planting his feet shoulder-width apart, "so what's the point of trying to kick out a buncha unwanted company when they end up getting a free pass to stick around anyway?"