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Date Posted: 20:59:57 08/22/01 Wed
Author: Othello
Subject: Rapport walked in, and took a look around. Then spotted his table

The air in the room was clean, and a number of Bar flys wafted by the main bar rail. The elegant looking Lion Maximal was wached by a number of others as he slid into the chair by the other bots. Amoung them he seemed oddly out of place. What's more he also seemed to have an air of refinement the others didn't. So it was a wonder to the crowd why such a Maximal would even dare to sit with this group of wasted looking creatures.

A waitress came over to take their order.

"I think I'll have a cold glass of Kreebonyon if you don't mind."

She looked to the blue and green frog Predacon that was sitting next to him. "Give me a beer with a group of maggots on the bottom.

The big tractor sitting next to him whispered something into his audio receiver, and the frog nodded. "Fine then skip the flys," suddenly a buzzing sound was heard and the frog let his tounge fly, hitting a glass and knocking it over. The former yelped as the cold drink spilled into her lap, and her date gave the frog a nasty glare as it reeled in it's catch and swallowed. I'll supply my own meal.

The tractor, who bore the symbols of a Autobot, came next. "Give me a Screwdriver, would you honey. It's a terran drink, Orange juice and vodka, I think.

The Decepticon came next, he was a 57 chevey colored pink with fins on his calves (denoting that his form was something that he may have selected when drunk). "I want a Antises, you know what that is don't you."

"The most highly hard drink there ever was. You sure you want it? Replied the waitress. The Con nodded and she went to the last one, a Pretender that took on the form of a Hyena. He shook his head no, and she left to get their drinks, when she was gone the Lion started to talk in a low voice. "The Fish are biting in Iocon...."

"But the lake is to cold to fish..." echoed the frog.

" So we have to go on a hunt..." contiued the Tractor.

"In the deseat where it's dry as a bone...." eluded the Con, and the Pretender smiled as he finished it off.

"Where we shall find the jewels that will make us kings in our own homes. Well done men, I see we have everyone here. Allow me to introduce my self to you. I'm Iago, the frog is Sitis, our Autobot friend is Rapport, the Lion is Othello, and our Decepticon friend here is Thranx. Well gentlemen, welcome to the club, welcome to what will be the greatest group of robbers that will pull off the biggest hiest that the Universe has ever seen."

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