Something about this energy-rich atmosphere on this planet perhaps, there’s so much starlight, it must be causing my oral lubricant valves to overproduce- Because your planet is so disgusting that I am perpetually nauseous and it’s causing my mouth to lubricate all the time. Blegkh.
…Primus, can you imagine the damage a single scraplet could do now!?
B-but yes, I’ve faced a minor infestation or two in my life. Otherwise, no.
WHAT A RIDICULOUS QUESTION! The human will pay for every drop of trouble he’s caused us!
All in due time.
Well, for them my presence means food, safety and comfort. I would consider them… somewhat fond of me. However… Some are more attached to Lord Megatron than myself. (¬⸌ʍ⸍¬
Current circumstances don’t allow me much freedom to plot Megatron’s demise, so those plans are on hold until that fool slips up and I can gain the upper servo.
((YO. Still alive, haven’t forgotten about this blog yet, just busy as hell and/or distracted by lots of other things. I apologize for being so nonexistent :’) Hopefully I can find a worthwhile moment to knock out the rest of these asks soon
you know, since
it takes five minutes to draw a triangle
/blasts off screaming))
gravity-of-tempered-grace reblogged your photo: Would you be sad if you were DESTROYED by a steak…
You’re too cute to
Excuse me, but I’ve killed hundreds if not thousands of fleshlings!
You are foolish to test me.
