Entrance! -- Starbase Rugby: Docking Bay

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Date Posted: 18:31:08 09/18/02 Wed
Author: Llamatron
Subject: Entrance!
In reply to: Llamatron 's message, "Incoming Groove Wave." on 18:22:57 09/18/02 Wed

A golden robot covered with shaggy brown hair and a disturbingly equine face finished forming in fading golden points of light.

"Hot-chah!" exclaimed Llamatron as his groove came to a halt.

The two dock workers looked disapointed and returned to their coffee break. The Maximal blinked down at the two chatting humans, then turned his attention across the bay. Over at the far side a distressingly slow looking encounter was taking place at a snail's pace between a group of assorted kidnappers, a dozy looking group of security, and the Autobot answer to Clint Eastwood.

Llamatron looked around in wide-eyed wonder at the huge docking bay until his eyes fell upon a universal sign for what he needed most. An animated sign showed a chunky-looking robot filling a large and inviting container with golden oil.

"This is all just some terrible nightmare," he thought. "With any luck I can just drink myself back into conciousness." Though this was fuzzy thinking even for a freshly decanted protoform, Llamatron's CPU mulled over the idea and returned an affirmative 'pinging' noise.

With a happy sigh the traumatized bot trotted towards Tank-up's.

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