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Transformers: Moments
Moment 9: 'Playing Nice'
‘This ain’t a good idea.’
‘Worrywart.’ I teased, leaning back in my chair as the computer went about its work.
‘Ya’ll get caught, Angel.’
‘Do you have so little faith in my talents?’
‘Yes.’
Huffing, I glared at the ceiling in place of glaring at Jazz, considering he was still a voice in my head.
‘I’ve gone years without being caught, Mr. Doubts-A-Lot.’
Before Jazz could reply-.
SPLAT!
“AH!”
CRASH!
I grinned as the image of a soldier (one that had been getting on my nerves for a while) getting a face-full of oatmeal in the face and skidding into a wall dominated my screen.
Jazz couldn’t help laughing uproariously as I turned off the feed.
‘And you wanted me to play nice…’
‘Worrywart.’ I teased, leaning back in my chair as the computer went about its work.
‘Ya’ll get caught, Angel.’
‘Do you have so little faith in my talents?’
‘Yes.’
Huffing, I glared at the ceiling in place of glaring at Jazz, considering he was still a voice in my head.
‘I’ve gone years without being caught, Mr. Doubts-A-Lot.’
Before Jazz could reply-.
SPLAT!
“AH!”
CRASH!
I grinned as the image of a soldier (one that had been getting on my nerves for a while) getting a face-full of oatmeal in the face and skidding into a wall dominated my screen.
Jazz couldn’t help laughing uproariously as I turned off the feed.
‘And you wanted me to play nice…’