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Chapter 7: The Right to Whine
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"All right then!", shouted Lazorbeak as he turned to open the bridge blast doors. "Let's go!"
"Hey wait!", a lone Predacon spoke up.
Lazorbeak stopped, and turned around, "What is it Moob?"
"What about our shirts??", asked the one called Moob.
"What shirts??", The lead Predacon asked annoyingly.
"Hey!", spoke up another Predacon. "We said no shirts for the red team!"
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "No shirts!!"
"But what about blue team, Spoit??", Moob asked, "You didn't ask blue team's opinion now did you??"
"Yeah!!", Another group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "You didn't ask!!"
"Why should we ask you??", asked Spoit. "You shouldn't have to be asked! You should speak up if you want shirts or not!"
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Speak up!!"
"And thats exactly what I did!", shouted Moob, "I spoke up for those of us who are ignored, when it comes to deciding if we want shirts for our team, if we want to break into the energon bins instead of raiding the femme's barracks, or if we want to be at the coliseum, instead of the main arena for Late Night Bingo Extreme(tm)!!
"Yeah!!", Another group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Late Night Bingo Extreme(tm) kicks ass!!"
"Well...uh...", Spoit studdered, as he thought of something to say. "Uh...well...uh..."
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Uh...well...uh..."
"Do you think it's fair??", asked Moob. "I don't think it's very fair at all!"
"Yeah!!", Another group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Not fair!! Not fair!!"
"What about this??", asked Spoit. "Why don't we use ribbons for the teams??"
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Colored ribbons!!"
"Ribbons??", asked Moob. "We don't need no stinking ribbons!!"
"Yeah!!", Another group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "No stinking gay ribbons!!"
"Well.", peeped a lone Predacon. "I want ribbons."
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "The wussy wants ribbons!!"
"Oy!!", shouted Moob. "Shut up Ald!!"
"Yeah!!", Another group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Put a terminator cap in it whiner!!"
"Hey!!", exclaimed Spoit. "Don't pick on the little guy!!"
"Yeah!!", A group of Predacons all shouted in agreement, raising their fists and such. "Pick on someone your own size!!"
Lazorbeak watched as the room suddenly erupted in a brawl, as one side shouted "Great taste!!", and the other side yelled "Less filling!!". The Predacons began hitting, kicking, bitting, and poking each other optics out. There were objects hurled all over the place at opposing Preds. Laser fire, exploding mortors, bar stools, and card tables all flew across the corridor, from wall to wall. "Hey! Where'd that cow come from??", Lazorbeak thought to him self as he watched the heffer moo its way over the room.
"ENOUGH!!!!", shouted Lazorbeak as his patients wore out.
The brawling mob of Predacons, whether one had a hold of another and were about to let them have it, or one was jumping repeatedly on another like a trampoline, all froze in their place and looked at Lazorbeak.
"Fall in!!", ordered Lazorbeak as he crossed his arms in dissapointment.
All of the Predacons obeyed. Some let go of the ones they had in headlocks, others put down ones that they were about to hurl into the walls. They were beaten and bruised, but all went back to form an orderly line, then gave thier attention to Lazorbeak.
"Now!", Lazorbeak said. "All of those who want shirts for the blue team, raise their hand!"
The group was all of a sudden quiet, as there wasn't a hand in site. The sound of crickets chirping spread across the corridor.
"Shhh!", shushed Moob, "Stop that Jiminey!"
"Sorry.", apologized the small Predacon, who lived to be 103.
Lazorbeak growled at the response from the Predacons. "OK!! Now those who don't want shirts at all, raise your hands!!"
All of a sudden the majority of Predacons shot up their hands, in elect.
Lazorbeak roared, "Then why did you complain about not having shirts???"
"We didn't want the shirts.", replied Moob, "We simply wanted to be asked our rightful opinion."
"FINE!!!", shouted the lead Predacon as he smacked himself in the forhead. "Now that thats out of the way can we get this mutiny thing done now?? I have a beak appointment at 7:00!!"
"Wait." peeped Ald, "What about the pretty colored ribbons??"
"SHUT UP ALD!!", Lazorbeak, Moob, Spoit, Jiminey, the mob, and the cow all shouted at once.
As Lazorbeak turned to open the blast doors to the bridge, he bumped into something big. Big...and purple..."Megatron??"
"Greetings Lazorbeak!", Megatron said.
Lazorbeak began to sweat as he looked up into the commanding Predacon's unforgiving-stuff-you-in-a-torpedo-tube-and-fire-you-into-a-light-sucking-molecule-splitting-blackhole optics.
"You are indeed a valient leader!" complimented Megatron. "I want you to be one of my senior officers!"
Lazorbeak was astonished at this proposal. "Senior officer??", the long nosed Predacon thought to himself. "Finally! The menial supervising position I've dreamed of! But wait! If I and my mob take Megatron now, I'll be supreme commander!! Now what??"
What do you do now?
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