“Three questions. One) How much of a change are we talking, Two) Will it be painful, Three) Why a foot?”
“You’re only gonna have a new alt mode. The combined more will not really change your silhouet.” Halfshell said.
“Stay calm, sandy boy, it will not hurt. It would only pinch.” Sea Phantom added.
“And a foot because till we find Terrormander God Neptune must have two legs.” Halfshell continued.
“Alright. If this is what it takes to overthrow Megatron. I’ll do it. When do we begin?”
Both shrugged.
“First let’s go to the prison. Weirdwolf?”
All this time, the senile Coelagon was riding and petting an extremely embarrased and unfazed Weirdwolf.
“Ah, ye boss. Can we leave now?”
Scaleraker said nothing.
Sea Phantom was laughing. Even Halfshell chuckled a bit.
Scaleraker gave a small smile.
Forager falls onto his face.
“Ow!” he cries out, picking himself up after a moment.
Moley emits a proud electronic warble.
“Yeah, good frakkin’ job, man,” Forager says with venom in his tone. “That frakkin’ hurt!”
“Coelagon we’re leavong.” Sea Phantom said.
“Whaaaat???”
“Sigh… New guy?”
Drill Bit fell next to him. “Are we dead?”
OOC: is he asking him a question, or to explain to coelagon?
“Come on, man! Make Coelagon get off tge wolf guy, will ya?”
Scaleraker walked over to the pair. “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to get off.”
“Whaaat?”
“What? Is the old fish senile or what?”
“I SAID, I NEED TO GET OFF THE WOLF!” he yelled.
Coelagon fell off Weirdwolf and landed on his head.
Scaleraker tried to help him up.
“Why did you yelled like that?!”
“Because you can’t hear me otherwise.”
“Yesss…” Slyther hissed, a cruel smile growing on his face.
“Whaaat?!”
“Leave him. His audio-receptors need to be replaced. So does half of his other components. Weirdwolf, lead the way.”
“Ya got it, boss!” the Decepticon said before running away.
“W-Who?”