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Date Posted: 13:15:50 08/04/01 Sat
Author: Tempus
Subject: "UUUUUUUhhhhhhhh........."
In reply to: Willam "Ghost" Mosier 's message, ""Make that four!"" on 00:10:57 08/03/01 Fri

The group turned to regard Tempus as he moaned in his sleep and started giggling softly. Who could tell what was going on inside that slightly blotchy head? Waspinator, for one, certainly couldn't, and had no desire to find out. He was just about to take a drink when Tempus suddenly shot bolt upright in his chair.

"NOT THAT!" he cried, looking about for an exit. A split second later he seemed to recognize where he was - Tankup's Bar - and calmed down somewhat.

"Panzzy-bot izzzz crazzzy." Waspinator gave his considered opinion as he downed some nuts. Tempus smiled nervously as he looked at the group he had fallen in with. Primus, they looked like a rough crowd! When he left Kangley Prime he had envisioned a life of adventure, of derring do with spaceships, treasure and fem-bots with very little upper-chassis plating. He had never saw himself sitting in a wretched hive of scum and villainy with a headache that would make Trypticon cry.

"Not c-c-crazy, sir, just a little......s-sore." that was all he needed - his stammer was starting to show. Tempus just knew that if he looked, he would see his robo-hives start to make a reappearance. Of itself, his energon processing valve slammed shut, making him belch involuntarily.

This was just what Doctor Zeebo warned me about, he chided himself. Stress induced belching and stammering. Why did I leave Kangley Prime?

However, Tempus didn't have to answer that question. A life on Kangley Prime meant an eternity of boredom, something he wasn't ready for. However, real life seemed to be taking a bit of a departure from his plans Adventuring seemed a lot more dangerous than he first thought.

What he needed was...........A partner, yes. Someone who could stand beside him and, more importantly, present a better target. Even if the partner couldn't do that, all he had to do was run a little slower than Tempus. It was then that, for some strange reason, he and Waspinator looked at one another over the table. A strange notion, one that Tempus would in his later years alternately refer to as his best and worst idea since coming on line, started to nudge its way into the forefront of his groggy mind.

For his part, Waspinator just said "What?", sending beer nuts spraying everywhere.

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