Date Posted:19:56:46 03/11/03 Tue Author: Maudlin Subject: "I'm OLD!" In reply to:
Shaper
's message, "Hardened Shell" on 17:11:13 03/09/03 Sun
Maudlin frowned as Shaper dropped from sight.
"I guess that's what I get for rushing the fella...Primus knows where he's at now. Couldn't catch up if I could....or something.
This is futile. But watching those two is an inspiration. Heck the way that flying micromaster or targetmaster or whatever he is moves....something damn sure takes me back to my time in the service. This is one 'domestic appliance' that....huh? Domesta-who now? Where'd THAT come from?!"
Shaking his head, the Autobot retracted his left hand, a convenient grappling hook sliding back from his wrist moments later. Spinning it about his head with his other hand he let out a loud cry as it found its mark, wrapping around the drone's proboscis several times before catching. Old and new leg alike dug in as he was pulled forward, and as the drone began to consume his tether a glow began edging back along it toward him. T3-Zero continued to pound at the insect's head as Fulcrumm spotted his old friend's predicament....
