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[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"WHY DO THE MUSHROOMS FLY?!"

No, Terrorsaur doesn't care about the state of your ear-drums. He's too furious to care. So furious that he drops the early 90s Gameboy he'd been playing with on the floor. JUST TO SPITE IT.

He'll calm down in a moment. Feel free to react before that.

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[scapepig]

"Which mushrooms comrade?" asks the passing pig, looking around the room.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"The flying ones on THIS SLAGGING GAME!" The game he's sending glares o' doom at.

Have I mentioned before that Terrorsaur doesn't have a nice voice? Especially when he's yelling. Then it gets squawky and high-pitched, instead of just squawky.

[scapepig]

Snowball looks at Terrorsaur, then peers down at the game. The screen doesn't show anything to him. Then again being colourblind doesn't help, even if the game boy hadn't just been assaulted.

"Have you been consuming poppies comrade?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

The question makes Terrorsaur blink (well, dim and re-light his optics a few times, but the effect is the same).

"Explain to me what that'd do?"

[scapepig]

"Poppies contain opium, a hallucinogenic substance."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

The birdbot eyes at Bar as he wonders if she supplies poppies. Then he remembers that they'd probably only work on animals.

"Uh, no. I got a bit of a buzz going, but...." he shrugs.

"This STUPID SLAGGING GAME! has the UNDEFEATABLE FLYING MUSHROOMS!! in it."

[scapepig]

"Why not just eat them? Or play something else? I could teach you the rock game if you want."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

As fun as the rock game sounds, Terrorsaur first has to point out, "Because the STUPID FAT MAN doesn't eat them. He jumps on them. Except when they fly. Then they're..." he clenches his hand into a fist "difficult."

[scapepig]

"Put fungicide on them then?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"I just said that THE FAT MAN ONLY JUMPS ON--" Terrorsaur cuts off his own tirade, glancing at Snowball with realization.

"The mushrooms aren't real, you know. They're virtual." He nudges the Gameboy with his foot.

[scapepig]

"I can't see anything in the box."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"It's NOT A--" Terrorsaur takes a deep breath. He consoles himself with the fact that he gets to show off.

"It's not a box. It's a videogame." He crouches down and flicks it on. The screen remains blank. He flicks it on and off. On and off. On and off. He takes the game cartridge out and puts it back in. Repeat above. No result.

"When it works," he snarls, "you're supposed to see things on the screen, here." He points to the screen. "You use the buttons to move a little fat man on the screen. He collects coins and mushrooms, but he has to jump over the flying ones." The birdbot nods sagely.

[scapepig]

"Like a laptop?"

Game boys weren't invented in Snowball's time. In any case, they're hardly operable by trotters.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

"To get to the flying Pizza." Jenny shrugs in answer, though smiling.

She joins Terrorsaur on the floor, despite his hatred of her. "You do realize how ancient that Gameboy is, right?" Jenny lightly smirks.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur's already narrow optics narrow even further at the sound of Jenny. And then at the sight of her.

So, really, they're practically closed by the time he responds to her. "'S the only thing the Bar gave me," he mutters sullenly.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

Her grin only seems to grow.

"Really now. Then I probably shouldn't distract you from concentrating. Flying Mushrooms and all."

She looks over his shoulder, "If you hop on the mushrooms, they'll turn you big."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Through gritted teeth, the birdbot says: "I. Figured. That. Mushroom. Thing. Out."

After another glower at the game, he slides it away from him with his foot. "Is it really that old?" He was perfectly content thinking that most human technology was low-tech.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

Jenny nods, "Human techinology advances a lot in just ten years." she says simply.

After all. She's living proof of that.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur grunts at that information. "We Transformers have perfected technology," he remarks, superiority oozing from every word.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

Her grin grows, "And just how many things can you personally transform into?"

Jenny is genuinely curious. But there may be an ulterior motive to her inquiry.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

He doesn't like that question. He crosses his arms over his chest. "How many can you transform into?" he repeats snootily.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

"Over five thousand." Jenny answers the question easily. Despite the fact that he hadn't answered hers.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur takes a moment to register that, his face blank.

And then he laughs, long and loud. Jenny may or may not figure out that it's forced. ...She probably will, though. Terrorsaur was never that good an actor.

"If you're going to lie, you don't pick the really big numbers, all right?"

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly enough, Jenny is laughing with him. "I'm not lying, but it's funny that you think so."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

The birdbot spreads his hands in a gesture of surrender, a smile forced onto his face.

"All right, you caught me. But can you accurately duplicate any of your alternate forms? I doubt it. Highly."