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[treacherous_widow]

Looks like most of us made it here in once or two pieces. Now that most of us have licked our wounds and attempted repairs, how about a little role call.  Just how many of your idiots made it.

[To be more specific, she's looking for a certain blue speedster and a certain red medic but it never hurts to see who else made it.]

...And Moron Prime, don't bother answering. I already know you're here and it's shocking you haven't gotten yourself slagged already.

Comments

[hotheadwarmheart]

The weird-talking cat-bot right? Good to know he's OK, even if he is a bit annoying.

And yeah, I'm not too fond of it either.

[Especially the lack of two individuals in particular.]

Also, I dunno if it means anything, but Elsa apparently made it home and was there for a few weeks before being brought here. Do you know if anybody else who was trying to go home actually made it before ending up here?

[treacherous_widow]

Yeah, him.

[And she fully agrees that he's annoying.]

...What? That's the first time I've heard of that. Maybe everyone needs to get together.

[hotheadwarmheart]

Yeah, I was surprised too. I thought the explosion had screwed things up when the Firstforged were trying to send us home.

[He nods at the notion of getting together, though.]

Probly a good idea. Give us a chance to do a physical headcount, if nothing else.

Though Sir Chins-alot can stay home.

[treacherous_widow]

[Snort.]

As much as I'd love to ship The Whiny Prime home in a box, he's unfortunately one of us.

Don't worry though, we can put a muzzle on that mug of his.

[hotheadwarmheart]

[Lea smirked.]

You sure one will fit over that huge chin of his? I mean that thing's practically got its own zip code.

[treacherous_widow]

[Snicker.]

I think I can make something work even for a mouth that size.

[hotheadwarmheart]

[Smirk just broadens as Lea snickers as well.]

Alright. Count me in then.

[treacherous_widow]

Good. I'll see you there.