(Couldn't think of a good title.)
(Warning: This episode contains Sexual Content)
"Autobot Base, 9:00 P.M"
The door of Smokescreen's berthing room opens as Smokescreen walks outside with a towel, sponge, and squeegee in his hands as he heads down the hallway.
Smokescreen: Time for a good ole early morning shower!
Smokescreen walks into the showers where Jazz, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack were standing with their towels wrapped around their waists.
Jazz: You boys in the mood for drag racing today?
Wheeljack: Where at?
Jazz: At this highway an hour away from the base! 11 o'clock tonight!
Wheeljack: Yeah. I might be interested!
Jazz: How about you, Bulk?
Bulkhead: Uh...I don't know!
Wheeljack: Oh c'mon, Bulk!
Bulkhead: Fine! I'll go!
Jazz: Awesome! I'll tell Sideswipe you're coming with us!
Wheeljack: Sideswipe's going?
Jazz: Yeah!
Wheeljack groans in annoyance.
Jazz: What?
Wheeljack: Sideswipe's annoying!
Jazz: How?
Wheeljack: He talks way too much! Can't even hear myself think around him! He's always like "Blah, blah, blah, my paint job!" "Blah, blah, blah, my rims! Blah, blah, blah, babes!" "Blah, blah, blah, hockey!" "Blah, blah, blah, I dunked on Bulkhead yesterday in the gym!"
Bulkhead: Which he didn't! It was the other way around!
Jazz: Alright! I'll admit! The guy's real chatty! So what?
Wheeljack: He's annoying! Just like Smokescreen! Speaking of which, where's...
"I'm right here!"
Smokescreen walks up as Bulkhead and Wheeljack look back.
Bulkhead: How long have you been back there?
Smokescreen: Long enough, and I heard everything you had to say about me!
Wheeljack: Sorry, kid, but it's the truth!
Smokescreen: I'm not as annoying as Sideswipe!
Wheeljack: You're right! Sideswipe knows when to be serious at least! You on the other hand... you're a whole different story!
Smokescreen: Screw you, Wheeljack!
Wheeljack: When?
Smokescreen: Right now!
Wheeljack: Alright! Take it to one of these corners...
Jazz: DUDE!
Wheeljack: We're just kidding for spark sake! Chillax!
The four Autobots turn on the showers and step into their separate stalls as they drop their towels.
Bulkhead: No peeking, alright?
Wheeljack: Why are you telling me that? You should tell that Smokescreen over there!
Smokescreen: HEY!
The Autobots then apply themselves with soap and wash down with rags. Suddenly, the ground shakes as Jazz, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen look back.
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