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"So, Soundwave. I think you know why you're here." "Decepticons. Lost war. Reason for being here. Blatant." : You show those glitches Boss-Mech!: : Mute it frag-head. He need to concentrate.: : You saying my positive comments, which he's had to listen to for millions of vorns, mind you, still distract him?: : Frenzy. Quiet.: : I'll take that as a yes then...: "Blatant eh? Then why don't you just cooperate so we can finish this quickly and you can see your mini-mechs sooner?" : Pshaw. I don't need to actually be there for you to feel my magnificent presence.: : Do you ever shut up?: : Remember that one time?: : You mean when Soundwa

My father is an ambulance. One of those old ambulances, the ones that have seen everything and are still running perfectly. The ambulance has faded paint, and numerous scratches that it has made little attempt to cover. The ambulance does not try to hide what it has done, and the things it has seen, but it does not go and broadcast such knowledge either. It simply drives around, and helps. Its interior is worn, and obviously well used. The tools and bandages are all arranged neatly in their spaces, well secured so as not to fall or get stolen. The seats in the cab are plain leather. Sturdy, long lasting, and strong. Constantly going around lo

Another year has come and gone, and now comes time for a new year's dawn now comes time for new things and thoughts of which we can be sure there will be lots for everyone has now a chance to have a glance at what they can do and prove a-new everything they  can be so that we can all see how truly amazing humanity can occasionally be.