The purple F15 fighter jet yelped again and wiggled himself against his captors. "For the last fraggin' time, I don't fit!!"
"Can it, 'Warp. That prank was your genius idea. Unless we get you clean, they won't let you back on the Ark and that medic won't fix you. Push, TC!"
"I AM pushing, Screamer. I'm about to push you in there with him."
"OW! What about Sepp?? GET SEPP!"
Starscream's facial components twitched; a smirk trying to break through his affected scowl, "She refuses. On account of you 'setting a bad example for the little ones'. Now, tuck up your wings. We're going to make another go of this."
Skywarp wailed. Across the parking lot sat Jazz, unsure if he should maybe help or sit there and continue to shake apart his alt form from laughter.
The owner of the carwash was a little leary at first when they had asked to use his facilities in an 'emergency' scrub down of one of their fighters. He seemed even moreso when those fighters turned out to be the jets that had a very BAD reputation. But Jazz prided himself in his ability to smooth talk just about anyone, and soon had the owner agreeing to closing down for the rest of the day...as long as he didn't have to watch, and they locked up afterwards.
So here he sat, little ones napping in his seats, watching two grown jets trying to shove a wailing third into a carwash tunnel. Life, he pondered, didn't get much more entertaining than this.
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"Ow!"
"Push!"
"Hey! Stop that!"
"Angle him sideways. Maybe he'll fit that way."
"Will he still clear the machinery?"
"...Do you honestly CARE at this point?"
"Point. PUSH!"
The purple F15 fighter jet yelped again and wiggled himself against his captors. "For the last fraggin' time, I don't fit!!"
"Can it, 'Warp. That prank was your genius idea. Unless we get you clean, they won't let you back on the Ark and that medic won't fix you. Push, TC!"
"I AM pushing, Screamer. I'm about to push you in there with him."
"OW! What about Sepp?? GET SEPP!"
Starscream's facial components twitched; a smirk trying to break through his affected scowl, "She refuses. On account of you 'setting a bad example for the little ones'. Now, tuck up your wings. We're going to make another go of this."
Skywarp wailed. Across the parking lot sat Jazz, unsure if he should maybe help or sit there and continue to shake apart his alt form from laughter.
The owner of the carwash was a little leary at first when they had asked to use his facilities in an 'emergency' scrub down of one of their fighters. He seemed even moreso when those fighters turned out to be the jets that had a very BAD reputation. But Jazz prided himself in his ability to smooth talk just about anyone, and soon had the owner agreeing to closing down for the rest of the day...as long as he didn't have to watch, and they locked up afterwards.
So here he sat, little ones napping in his seats, watching two grown jets trying to shove a wailing third into a carwash tunnel. Life, he pondered, didn't get much more entertaining than this.
(I have to go lay down now...Brain broke'd.)