I... just about got out of a fraggin' dungeon! [What the slag is going on? He sighs and moves over to a wall, sliding down. Quintessons, no doubt. Or bleedin' Unicron, or a slaggin' combination of both. He shudders and looks away, staring at nothing for a while.]
What kind of a lesson would anybot teach me? [His spark feels small, and aches for things lost. Above else, he remembers Rodimus and feels a surge of relief - this Pit cannot take his old friend away. Cryotek already saw to that.]
Uhm, I don't hunt food. I hunt criminals down, I uphold the law. I was a Marshal once, before being captured and... [A small sigh, then he looks back at the device and gives the human a slight grin.] Sad story that one. Point is, I hunt the bad guys down, put them away or terminate them, if they are dangerous enough. [And he's good at it.]
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What kind of a lesson would anybot teach me? [His spark feels small, and aches for things lost. Above else, he remembers Rodimus and feels a surge of relief - this Pit cannot take his old friend away. Cryotek already saw to that.]
Uhm, I don't hunt food. I hunt criminals down, I uphold the law. I was a Marshal once, before being captured and... [A small sigh, then he looks back at the device and gives the human a slight grin.] Sad story that one. Point is, I hunt the bad guys down, put them away or terminate them, if they are dangerous enough. [And he's good at it.]