.... what is wrong with this lot.

You /are/ a dork. x.com/illstopthetime…

Some days he just really wants to rip someone's head off.

Cracks knuckles.

Fixes up anything out of place within the castle.

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Plays music in the castle. No not some stereo shit. Live music.

"Oh look! A volunteer!" He could already hear the sounds of wires and Sparks in his helm as he envisioned popping their helm clean off. x.com/LawImposement/…

"Same shit, different day."

Seriously, anyone want to volunteer to losing their head? He's got an itch.

"I should only be seen as scary to threats, Ma'am."

You're lucky that's ALL he broke! They were asking for it, they're a pile of shit.

Clearly not that badly, since you got right back up and fixed it when no one gave into your melodramatic act.

"It was self defense."

He's Trying, ok.

So. Lonely.

WHO DA— Oh ahem. The four foot tall Headmaster cleared his vocoder, gears whirling in an almost quizzical fashion. "Can I help you?" x.com/MechanicFatale…

Oh, geez— if a Cybertronian could blush! Instead Cogman offered a few blinks, gears slowing momentarily at the comment. He was simultaneously use to yet /unuse/ to such compliments. "I—. Oh— thank you, ma'am." x.com/MechanicFatale…

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