G1 Swindle - on the meaning of "Comfort." [Prompt response].
G1 Swindle
*Is walking across Nexusville, in transit between seeing Megatron and - well - wherever he ends up next. He should, of course, go straight to see Cyclonus, as ordered. But he has no intention of doing that. Not just yet.*
*Nor for quite a while, actually. No - not for quite a while .... *
*Thinks as he walks:*
Comfort.
That is, indeed, something which folks will pay highly for!
*Then says out loud:* Heck! It’s time I was selling things! All this running around, ‘seeing leaders’ - I gotta put something out there! Attract everyone’s attention. An offer, or something. A comfortable offer. Hell, you gotta start somewhere!
*Thinks of his new friend, TFA Swindle, who he has not seen since going to see Megatron.* Heck, wouldn’t wanna undercut anything he’s doing. But I gotta get myself started here! Time waits for no mech. Thinks about calling him, but then thinks - naaa - I can always cut him in. This should give him a leg up! We can work out the finer points later. He’ll understand. He’s like me, after all!
*Puts out a general transmission, at above average volume:*
// Residents of Nexusville! Swindle here ! Some of you know me. For those that don’t - intragalactic dealer and entrepreneur extraordinaire at your service! //
// I just want you all to know that I’m here now. And anything you need to ensure your comforts - anything you wanna get or need - just call on me and I’ll do my very best to look after you! I don’t know everything there is to know about this place yet - but mech, am I learning fast! All I can say is - if it can happen, Swindle will make it happen. Honest. Trust me! My com is always open. //
*Shuts off com, and starts talking to himself as he keeps walking (he could be overheard, if anyone was in proximity.)* Well, that should do the trick! Heheh! You gotta be in it to win it!
*Goes back to thinking about what he was thinking about before.*
Comfort .... yeah! That’s - also something you oughtta provide with every deal you do, if it’s gonna be a good one. See - I know that. That’s why I’m good at what I do. One of the best!
*Smiles to himself in a ‘chuffed’ sort of way.* Yeah, I am! They say I can sell just about anything with a smile and they’re right! I mean, I know there’s a loada mechs out there that think I’m nothing but a small time, crooked sleazebag, but they don’t know nothing! I mean, would I have done business with big time squishy arms dealers if I was a nothing? Would I have played the intragalactic stockmarket with flair and success? Why do you think the Decepticons got me to bargain with the Quintessons? Think about it!
*Scoffs,* Ignorant morons! Still - on the other hand - it doesn’t really matter. I mean, it’s good. really, ain’t it? They think that - means they can’t read me. More room for me to manoeuvre, take advantage. There’s nothing like being underestimated in business to give you the edge!
*Thinks again. And is still talking out loud.* Comfort. Of course, clients get that in any deal I do provided they do the right thing. If they don’t - well, I don’t make things so comfy, do I? I am a Combaticon, after all! And much as I hate using it, I do have backup if I get fragged around! So mechs with any sense - they don’t do that! They give me what I want, I give them what they want, and everything’s sweet!
*Backup ....*
*Invariably, then, he thinks of his gestalt - mates. How he wishes they had not just popped into his conscious thinking pool. He darkens.*
*Still out loud.* Comfort - yeah - well that’s also something you’re supposed to get off other mechs if they’re supposed to be close to you! Like I’m supposed to be to them. My “family” as Onslaught once described us.
*Laughs bitterly.* Ha! What a joke! I mean - could you imagine Vortex comforting anyone? Least of all me! Comfort to him would probably mean .... oh I don’t slaggin’ know! Disassembling some mech not quite as slowly and painfully as he normally would! Or something. And Brawl? I don’t think so! Onslaught? Has good ideas, makes good decisions but comforts you? Na - somehow that doesn’t really seem to describe what Onslaught does.
Blast Off. Yeah - I have to admit, there is something comforting about him. Note sure what, though. Can’t really figure it. Something to do with him sitting out there on his own in space. Clears my head to think about it. *Darkens again.* Not that I clear his, I don’t think. He reckons I talk too much! Well slag it! Most times I’m only trying to - you know - do the gestalt thing. I’m trying to be comforting!
But he doesn’t appreciate it. Slag him. Slag all of them! Why did I start thinking about them? *Kicks angrily at a small rock, sending it skittering.*
*Then lightens up.* Come on now, Swindle! - gotta keep ya mind on business! That’s the main thing! Then I can do what I have to do and get the hell out of here. Or, of course - stay - if I’m having a good time! *Thinks again of TFA Swindle and smiles to himself.*
*Stops and surveys the scene, taking in the variety of strange buildings and structures.* I wonder if Blast Off got that map? That sure would come in handy right now!
*Sighs,* I’ll bet he didn’t, the slaghead! *Keeps walking.* Oh well. I don’t need it anyway! Any more than I need him, or any of them! Now to get started ....
Woohoo! Here I come! *A spring comes into his step and he smiles happily and looks forward to the future.*
*Is walking across Nexusville, in transit between seeing Megatron and - well - wherever he ends up next. He should, of course, go straight to see Cyclonus, as ordered. But he has no intention of doing that. Not just yet.*
*Nor for quite a while, actually. No - not for quite a while .... *
*Thinks as he walks:*
Comfort.
That is, indeed, something which folks will pay highly for!
*Then says out loud:* Heck! It’s time I was selling things! All this running around, ‘seeing leaders’ - I gotta put something out there! Attract everyone’s attention. An offer, or something. A comfortable offer. Hell, you gotta start somewhere!
*Thinks of his new friend, TFA Swindle, who he has not seen since going to see Megatron.* Heck, wouldn’t wanna undercut anything he’s doing. But I gotta get myself started here! Time waits for no mech. Thinks about calling him, but then thinks - naaa - I can always cut him in. This should give him a leg up! We can work out the finer points later. He’ll understand. He’s like me, after all!
*Puts out a general transmission, at above average volume:*
// Residents of Nexusville! Swindle here ! Some of you know me. For those that don’t - intragalactic dealer and entrepreneur extraordinaire at your service! //
// I just want you all to know that I’m here now. And anything you need to ensure your comforts - anything you wanna get or need - just call on me and I’ll do my very best to look after you! I don’t know everything there is to know about this place yet - but mech, am I learning fast! All I can say is - if it can happen, Swindle will make it happen. Honest. Trust me! My com is always open. //
*Shuts off com, and starts talking to himself as he keeps walking (he could be overheard, if anyone was in proximity.)* Well, that should do the trick! Heheh! You gotta be in it to win it!
*Goes back to thinking about what he was thinking about before.*
Comfort .... yeah! That’s - also something you oughtta provide with every deal you do, if it’s gonna be a good one. See - I know that. That’s why I’m good at what I do. One of the best!
*Smiles to himself in a ‘chuffed’ sort of way.* Yeah, I am! They say I can sell just about anything with a smile and they’re right! I mean, I know there’s a loada mechs out there that think I’m nothing but a small time, crooked sleazebag, but they don’t know nothing! I mean, would I have done business with big time squishy arms dealers if I was a nothing? Would I have played the intragalactic stockmarket with flair and success? Why do you think the Decepticons got me to bargain with the Quintessons? Think about it!
*Scoffs,* Ignorant morons! Still - on the other hand - it doesn’t really matter. I mean, it’s good. really, ain’t it? They think that - means they can’t read me. More room for me to manoeuvre, take advantage. There’s nothing like being underestimated in business to give you the edge!
*Thinks again. And is still talking out loud.* Comfort. Of course, clients get that in any deal I do provided they do the right thing. If they don’t - well, I don’t make things so comfy, do I? I am a Combaticon, after all! And much as I hate using it, I do have backup if I get fragged around! So mechs with any sense - they don’t do that! They give me what I want, I give them what they want, and everything’s sweet!
*Backup ....*
*Invariably, then, he thinks of his gestalt - mates. How he wishes they had not just popped into his conscious thinking pool. He darkens.*
*Still out loud.* Comfort - yeah - well that’s also something you’re supposed to get off other mechs if they’re supposed to be close to you! Like I’m supposed to be to them. My “family” as Onslaught once described us.
*Laughs bitterly.* Ha! What a joke! I mean - could you imagine Vortex comforting anyone? Least of all me! Comfort to him would probably mean .... oh I don’t slaggin’ know! Disassembling some mech not quite as slowly and painfully as he normally would! Or something. And Brawl? I don’t think so! Onslaught? Has good ideas, makes good decisions but comforts you? Na - somehow that doesn’t really seem to describe what Onslaught does.
Blast Off. Yeah - I have to admit, there is something comforting about him. Note sure what, though. Can’t really figure it. Something to do with him sitting out there on his own in space. Clears my head to think about it. *Darkens again.* Not that I clear his, I don’t think. He reckons I talk too much! Well slag it! Most times I’m only trying to - you know - do the gestalt thing. I’m trying to be comforting!
But he doesn’t appreciate it. Slag him. Slag all of them! Why did I start thinking about them? *Kicks angrily at a small rock, sending it skittering.*
*Then lightens up.* Come on now, Swindle! - gotta keep ya mind on business! That’s the main thing! Then I can do what I have to do and get the hell out of here. Or, of course - stay - if I’m having a good time! *Thinks again of TFA Swindle and smiles to himself.*
*Stops and surveys the scene, taking in the variety of strange buildings and structures.* I wonder if Blast Off got that map? That sure would come in handy right now!
*Sighs,* I’ll bet he didn’t, the slaghead! *Keeps walking.* Oh well. I don’t need it anyway! Any more than I need him, or any of them! Now to get started ....
Woohoo! Here I come! *A spring comes into his step and he smiles happily and looks forward to the future.*