. . .

Aster.

Why IS there a third me?! These are questions I don’t need answers to because that actually lightens my workload

You’re right. I’m sorry. summons Thunderwing to play the saxophone with him. Better

Dunno. I forgot.

he dinks off like a pebble as Thunderwing puts his pede in the way. You done?

Yeah, I forgot. Must not have been important.

Done pretending I have a single percentage care about a missing human? Hold on. looks at watch as five seconds tick by. Ok, I’m done.

Yeah. Anyways, did you need something?

I do, actually. Kind of my whole thing, really. Besides, you know, being a damn good cop.

God, even a sparkling has better insults than you, you soft processored trojan furry ass designed mech. I’ll be back when you’ve got grade school level insults. doing doughnuts before speeding off.

I didn’t say your name. Why would I do that?

CANT HEAR YOU OVER YOU EATING MY DUST

Gaslight? That’s not even a word. You made that up just now.

Hmm… I think I needed you.

YYEEEAHHH THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT BABY ITS FINALLY HAPPENING LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

Do it once, as a treat.