What I Want:
The Autobots won. Again. They always win. Starscream was tired of this. "It's my leadership," he thought to himself, "No. The others are just not using proper strategy."
"M-my Lord..." Gearburn's faint voice was heard despite of the flames, the Decepticon cries, the amount of yelling and cussing.
"What is it...Gearburn?" Starscream glared at the young servant.
"Maybe if y-you would have let me help..."
"NO, GEARBURN! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WASTE OF SPACE! AN IRRELEVANT ADDITION! USELESS!"
Starscream scratched Gearburn with his claw-like digits leaving an energon filled gash on his face.
"B-but my Lord...."
Gearburn's expression was painful. His optics filled with feelings of betrayal, confusion, longing for explanation.
"OH SHUT IT!"
Starscream kicked Gearburn leaving a dent in his frame. Gearburn looked up at his master, energon dripping from his face.
"Y-yes...my lord."
What I Have:
Starscream: GEARBURN
Gearburn: YES MY LORD
Starscream: BRING ME A SANDWICH
Gearburn: YES MY LORD
Gearburn: I love you...
Starscream: WHAT?
Me: HELL NAW
Gearburn: NOTHING!!!
