CricketsCrickets by *Frenetic-Kinetic
I hate crickets.
Too many legs, in my opinion. Two's enough for any guy. But there he goes; karate-kickin' everythin' like it's made of rice paper. Humans make strange stuff, don't they? But it's just that he's standin' about a hundred yards away and still managin' to get up my backstrut. Can't he just sit there and shut up for once? Stupid kicks are makin' me shudder.
I don't care if Megatron says Kickback's useful for manipulatin' the meatbags and has powerful legs. Yeah, yeah, so I s'pose he's helped us get through hordes of angry humans before (that we coulda just squashed if we stamped our pedes) but he's just always so slaggin' smug.
There he goes again, leapin' up high and comin' down hard on that stupid yellow Autobot with a heel kick flippin' his body around to deliver a piece of his mind. Since when did he get graceful? Static's racing through my CPU. Must be the adrenaline of breakin' the ground apart, right? Right? Jeez, I can't believe I'm sayin' this. D
Pile DriversPile Drivers by *Frenetic-Kinetic
I hate pile drivers.
Too loud in my opinion. One is one too many. But there he goes, waving those things around like he's king of the world. The tremors go up my legs, and I'm standing about a hundred yards away. Got more energy than a turbo fox and a much bigger mouth.
I don't care if Megatron says Rumble's a favourite and very good at demolitions. Yes, yes, he is useful (I suppose) and he's gotten us out of being surrounded by Autobots it's just the vibrations are non-stop.
They're so frequent now that they're numbing my pedes and going right through my body now. It's making my CPU tingle and it's getting hard to fight off that stupid yellow Autobot. Shockwaves are spreading all over it's making me feel warm giving me adrenaline and keeping me fighting. Feels so empowering. I wonder if he even knows what he's doing to me. Is it creating static in my processors? Ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this. Dear Primus
I love pile driv
If I'm So Bad...If I'm So Bad... by *Frenetic-Kinetic
"Neat as a ballerina."
Jak hadn't needed that comment whilst trying to avoid the continuous beams from the noses of three Metal Heads. The first three had been a doddle, but this second lot-coupled with Jinx's comments-had just pushed the seventeen year old over the edge. Jak slung the Blaster into a more comfortable position in his arms and marched over to said pyrotechnician. Daxter looked suddenly anxious about riding on Jak's shoulder.
"If I'm so bad, you show me how it's done!" the teen snapped whilst roughly shoving the weapon into Jinx's hands. A tad confused, the latter just chuckled, obviously grinning nervously behind his ruddy scarf.
"You're kiddin', right?"
Jak did not look like he was kidding.
Cautiously handing the Morph Gun back to the former, Jinx took a step backwards. "I think I'll let you handle it."
"Are you sure about that?" the teen enquired snippily.
And so, the rest of the journey was made in silence.