Beeps and Buzzes

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Attempting to describe Simmons was something impossible in a polite capacity.

Crazy couldn't summarise him and Enthusiast didn't line up with the paranoia. Henceforth, you would have to instead refer to Simmons as a 'Simmons', against wasting important time trying to locate a perfect analogy.

In light of this; nothing could prepare you for the disaster which was a Live TV interview with this former S7 agent, something you were forcing yourself to watch. Literally. Sitting down, dressed in whatever you could find that didn't stink, hands dragging down your face in second hand embarrassment.

"This is..."

"total hot scrap? Agreed - complete douchebag"

"Yes. Thank you, Brains"

Leaning back, sprawling out as much as possible without disturbing Bones who was presently dozing in front of the sofa. Giving yourself a much needed mental break.

Turning your head towards the stairwell, Sam still pacing as he made what would be the third attempt to contact Mr Seymour Simmons, author of 'Code Name Hero'.

Live interview having turned sour, chalking up the fourth attempt in contact upon your mental talley, attention wandering over to Bee.

You were thankful that he'd grown less fidgety since returning from a bit of neighbourhood surveillance. Done per your insistence, with assurance you'd signal if anything went array.

It was uncomfortable watching Bee crouch in attempt to get comfortable in such a tiny space. It's a shame that he couldn't wander about outdoors however he pleased.

Alchemist Prime did once say that Alt Mode actually released a lot of tension in one's strutts (especially the transformation process). Similar to cracking joints, hence your encouragement.

"-- what if I told you I knew a fifthteen year old Alien secret that nobody ever told you"

By pure dumb luck, Sam had reached the allusive author.

"Apollo. Moon. Aliens. Future tech. Cover-up. Assassinations, that kinda stuff"

Leaning close to Wheelie, stage whispering "oh, we've hit all the key notes" yes you've only spoken to Seymour only a handful of occasions, but shared so many qualities with other conspiracy nuts.

Namely Leo, Fassbinder and Sharksy.

God, you've talked to them enough times to know if it had Alien' and 'Assassination' any conspiracy enthusiast worth their salt would be frothing at the mouth.

Doubly so if there was tangible proof.

"Uh huh. Wanna bet he says something dumb as soon as he gets here?"

"What? No. That's stupid, no way"

"Yeah, 'cause you are a loser"

"Repeat that. I dare you."

"when big yellow ain't around, then sure thing"