Apparently I'm rusting or dissolving or something. Anyways, Ratchet kicked me down to the Aux. Medbay. But I still got my booze. And a deck of cards. And...I'm bored already.
SKYWARP, GET YOURSELF INFECTED AND COME ENTERTAIN ME, DAMNIT!
[Edited because the original word for "booze" made us think that Sunny had somehow smuggled a hooker in. And we were just laughing too damn hard.]

YOU PROMISED ME A PINATA PARTY. WHERE IS THE PROMISED PINATA PARTY?

We need to talk. And get Skydive drunk. Possibly get you drunk first, so we can teach you the engine game.

Well, I'm an idiot, but that's nothing new. Ratchet's locked me down in the medbay until. well, I think he's too mad right now to even look at me, much less give me a parole date.

Skydive, Skywarp, don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was sorry?

/sigh. Alright. I'm sure y'all have heard about it by now.
And I hate to start drama on my own behalf, but Jesus, people.
So. I'm screening comments. Tell me what you think of me. Tell me you want to leave, tell me that I've never seen the show, tell me that I'm a psychotic bitch, tell me you hate me, tell me anything you like. But put your name on it. I've never said anything behind anyone's back that I wouldn't to their face, and I certainly always own up to what I said or did (Faulty memory aside.) All I'm asking from you is the same.
And here I thought I left high school a long time ago.
Edited 'cause clearly I am not drunk enough.

Slingshot, I hear the Welder Harpy let you go. Need a stiff one or five to help you recover? Skydive, you're invited too.

And, uh, anyone got Silverbolt's comm? Mun never added him to buddy list and lost the contact list, eek!

I am not coming out.
Do not come looking for me.
And don't ask why

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Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. Over.