Old and tired, bent and busted....

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Ironhide's standing in the energon room, intent on putting a serious dent on the stock thereof. He's already downed about three cubes of high grade blue, and now he's contemplating a cube of that evil green stuff. Or he seems to be contemplating it. His optics aren't open.

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[dens_extra_pups]

"...Oy, Roddy, tell me I'm not seeing a guy who's three times my size, drinking what looks like high grade..." This from the tallest of a trio of male humans, two younger-looking, and one noticeably older.

"...I would, but I'm seeing him too...Think this place is secure enough, 'Jack?" The younger males look to the older, who nods.

"I think so...I haven't seen any real humans since we stumbled into this place..." With that, and the sounds of transformation, three human-sized mechs are standing where the three "humans" were. One of them, the tallest, decides to be brave and approach Ironhide.

"Oy...where'd you get the high grade?"

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The old mech 'looks' down at him, then burps and gestures further into the room. "It's stacked all over the place."

This said, he resumes chugging.

[dens_extra_pups]

The mech grins to his friends, before he's hurring off to grab a couple of cubes of blue and green high grade. The shortest of the group shakes his head.

"Elita-1 is going to kill us if we bring him back overcharged..."

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"You'd survive," comes the dry comment from overhead.