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Terrorsaur knows that his presence in the bar is foolhardy. However, he's beginning to realize how much he misses alcohol.

A large, red pterodactyl hops into Milliways. It's Terrorsaur, but hopefully the people he's trying to avoid don't know that. As he makes his way to the Bar he uses his telescopic vision to read the notice board. He's both disappointed and relieved that there's no public record of his infamy.

He notices Eddie Brock's sign. When Terrorsaur gets to the Bar, he asks for both a datapad and some booze. A can of Enerbooze appears, as does a handheld laptop-type contraption. Into the datapad he types a quick note with his wing-hands.

Can't stay long. Meet me in forest. Call out.

-- T

"Give that to Venom. Or whatever he's calling himself these days." The datapad disappears, and will reappear when Eddie next approaches Bar. (She'll probably handily translate it from Cybertonian to English, too.)

That done, Terrorsaur hops out the back door, a can of booze clutched in his beak. His exit is hardly as sneaky as he wanted.

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When Eddie comes in from the streets of New York and heads to the bar for a well-deserved drink, he is somewhat surprised to find a note given to him instead.

He reads it over quickly, wondering briefly who the hell T is. But since it's some sort of weird tech gizmo that Eddie doesn't recognize, it only takes him a few moments to guess it's Terrorsaur. Since he doesn't know many T's, really.

Heading outside, Eddie marches for the forest and calls out as instructed upon arriving at the edge. "Yo, robot! You out here?"

Terrorsaur unfolds himself from a thick branch nearby. The empty Enerbooze can that falls from the branch a second later dampens the dramatic effect.

Hanging upside down, the pterodactyl waves a clawed hand.

"So, fighting someone, hmm?"

...Eddie gives the can a funny look and then turns his gaze to the robot.

Who...he was not aware could become a big scaly bird.

"Er...yes. Saw the note?"

Beat.

"...what the hell are you, anyways? You look like a weird bird, maybe a freaky bat..."

Terrorsaur looks confused, then a bit offended. " 'Course you'd forget." The thought that Terrorsaur might've never shown him doesn't enter the bird's mind.

"I'm a pterodactyl," he says proudly. "Transformers have two modes, sometimes more. This is my beast mode."

"...you mean one of those flying bird dinosaur things?"

Eddie is not an archaeologist. Nor does he really know much at all about the subject of dinosaurs. Journalists seldom have to research things that have been dead for millions of years.

"Apparently they came from your planet," snits the bird, with a roll of his eyes. Hey, everyone should know about pterosaurs. They're that cool.

"Anyway," he drapes his wings around himself, "I'd like to shoot at...whoever it is you wanna fight." Pause. "Even though it does sound like I'd be going against an evil guy."

There's definitely some disappointment there.

Eddie smiles slightly, the disappointed tone making him want to laugh.

"Well, he's a bad guy alright, but if it helps, he's also an idiot. And really, stupid bad guys like that make real smart ones like you and me look bad. Er...but, not in a good way."

Terrorsaur readily accepts that. He grins. (His beak is flexible. The cartoon gods decreed it so.)

"Yeah. Besides, it's the nature of evil to turn on its own. So, really, I'm helping even thrive."

He narrows his eyes at Eddie. "There gonna be a reward for this?"

"...you get a really great fight. Isn't that reward enough?"

A faint sigh. "Was worth a shot.

"Slaggin' tab," he mutters.

"No money?" He asks, curious as to how Terrorsoar would actually find money without robbing somebody.

"Before this place snatched me I was fighting a war on an unknown planet. So, no."

"Why not get some sort of job then? I'm sure they need some robots in the brothel."

Oldest profession there is.

Terrorsaur stares.

Eddie smiles innocently.

"What? They have sex machines on my world."

Terrorsaur tries to think past his utter disgust at the idea. He shudders. His skin crawls.

"Um. Leaving. Now. Can't stay 'round bar much for a while. Whenever this is going down, stick your head in here and yell. Yeah."

Terrorsaur unfolds his wings. Before he takes off and flies deeper into the woods, he adds, "You know, no matter what you say, you truly are evil." Another shudder. "Ugh. Humans. ...Ugh!"

Eddie laughs and nods his head. "Yeah yeah, when it's time, I'll let you know." Still chuckling, Eddie turns and heads back towards the bar. Evil to the core!