Shouldn't the Decepticons be evil?

The glasses, Blanch

Carly looks nothing like Lassie; facial feature wise. I tapped on Carly's shoulder ever so lightly--when standing right behind the women--to which she whipped around towards me turning white as a ghost. It seemed as though a ghost had entered her apartment while Carly was pouring herself a helping of some milk into a glass that shortly fell to the floor shattering into pieces when the ghost had made him or herself known. What a mess that would have been.

"Creep!" Carly declares.

"I am not a creep." I said. "He's already got a girlfriend."

"Hey Ivs!" Blanch said,holding two pairs of black shirts. "Which one should I pick? The Enterprise or the Falcon?"

Blanch  is ignoring the conversation I am sharing with Carly.

"Uh, the Falcon." Carly and I said at once.

"No, I am talking to the girl who's name is Ivy Bale." Blanch said. Blanch did one of his famous stares towards Carly.  "Is your name Ivy Bale?"

"Carly Witwicky."  Carly said.

Blanch looks surprised.

"Wow." Blanch said. "Now that racks up the people with the name Carly up to one hundred!"

"Whatever." Carly said, and then she walks right me except she bumped into my cart that her falling into the line of clothes.  "You did it!"

"No, I did not." I said.  "I didn't touch your back."

Carly frowns, then , she gets up and marches away. Carly had an arrogant  huff straying in a circle past me right back towards Sam. Something about the chick didn’t feel right.The feeling I had didn’t come around for chicks like Carly, quite really, they don’t come up. Not unless a chick like Carly WitWicky is someone not to be trusted under circumstances that purely would confuse the human mind.

I turned towards Blanch.

"What you here for, Ivs?" Blanch asks.

"The glasses." I said.

"Oh, those ones I bought for Lassie?” Blanch asks, and then I nod.  “She likes old stuff.” He raises his right eyebrow while keeping the other eyebrow down.  “Are you part of NASA or something? I didn’t tell anyone about getting glasses.”

“I need to see them.” I said.  “Urgent.”

“Okay, anything for an ‘urgent’ matter from a friend.” Blanch said, then takes out a very old pair of glasses.

I  take the glasses seeing data float off.

“Woah.” I said. “Thank god for Lassie.”

Blanch lowers his eyebrow.

“Gee, I don't know how Lassie is gonna take hearing you say that." Blanch said, as the letters came up a though on the dashboard to a screen.

A picture of Carly Witwicky came up in my view; her crystal blue eyes could have froze a horse in ice,she had high heels on, a little white jacket, a pink shirt, and blue jeans.She had expensive, very expensive, gorgeous earrings. She wore a wrist watch laced in diamonds bolted in by a set of small sized screws.I could see Carly’s role model hip sway attractively side to side as did the little phone in her bitt pocket.

I look back towards Blanch.

“Thank you, Blanch.” I said.