You look him over. His armor consisting mainly of blades. The look in his eyes making you think twice about your next action. Your daydreaming of late must have made you stuborner. You uppercut him in the jaw, saying "YOOU filthy little backstaber. I will have your spark for this. How dare you try and steal it from me." "You got a mean uppercut. Theirs seat free next to you I can take, but try that agian, and your scrap. Battleblast takes shit from no bot, max, pred, or con. I've slugged with the best,and was nearly scraped with the worst. So shut your cupholder and sit down." Sandstrike sat down, and was quite the rest of the trip.

What do you do now?

	Hijacked
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