"A fraggin', stupid, useless nuisance is what it is! I've got enough stupid slag rattlin' around in here!" He almost continued, but turned his helm to give the recharging Trailbreaker a narrow stare and didn't, instead focusing on helping Ratchet to get the part of the crate.
"... Yeah." Peering at the device which he couldn't figure out what it was, Cliffjumper rubbed the side of his helm. "Ended up in trance or somethin'. It doesn't fraggin' matter. All I wanna know is if there's some way to... I dunno turn it down or something?"
Waggling his other hand, Cliffjumper looked up at Ratchet properly finally, scowling and optics hard and dim. There had to be more than one way to deal with this thing, right?
The priests couldn't have just managed to hoard the only way to control it, right? Cliffjumper's surly paranoia said whispered that they probably (definitely) had.
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Date: 2014-04-23 08:36 pm (UTC)"... Yeah." Peering at the device which he couldn't figure out what it was, Cliffjumper rubbed the side of his helm. "Ended up in trance or somethin'. It doesn't fraggin' matter. All I wanna know is if there's some way to... I dunno turn it down or something?"
Waggling his other hand, Cliffjumper looked up at Ratchet properly finally, scowling and optics hard and dim. There had to be more than one way to deal with this thing, right?
The priests couldn't have just managed to hoard the only way to control it, right? Cliffjumper's surly paranoia said whispered that they probably (definitely) had.