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trans_92010-07-18 11:20 pm
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Relaxing Predacon-style
It wasn't that surprising that Waspinator was torn between self-loathing that there were no no Maximals, Predacons, or any Cybertronians, and the fact that as far as he rememebered no one bothered him. Waspinator didn't care about this ship, or as he put it 'fleshy-ship head voice'. So he booted up the Sensoriums with a familair sight to him: prehistoric Earth. He sat down on the grass and stretched as best a Transformer can.
"Waspinator happy. Glad no fleshy-bots are around."
"Waspinator happy. Glad no fleshy-bots are around."