grv. Health and Human Services Building. End of War Clean-up

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Mearing: If they're too damaged to work then decommission them!

Wheeljack: I got a better idea MISS Mearing. Why don't you stick a...

Lennox: o.0 *standing by Ratchet's feet* Yup, it's good to see Wheeljack being herself again.

Ratchet: *trying not to look too amused at Wheeljack's sassing of Mearing* Agreed....

Catherine: *scowling at the older woman and biting her tongue. She's just about had it with the rudeness shown by Director Mearing*

Denver: *scowling darkly at Mearing from where she's leaning on her crutches*

Saelen: *praying silently that Denver doesn't try to clobber anyone*

Wheeljack: Seriously. Just go find someone to share energy with, it really helps in getting sticks out of exhaust ports. *turns and nearly runs into a grey mech with a chevron on his forehead over quizzical blue optics* Hel-lo.

Mearing: How dare you!

Catherine: Oh, put a sock in it, you old HAG. *and now she and Mearing are at each other's throats*

grey mech: Er.... Hello?

Wheeljack: *as WW3 breaks out down by her feet* Did you show up recently? You weren't here before.

grey mech: Er... I made planetfall yesterday, but nobody was really here, and it looked like there was a big fight.....

Wheeljack: Big fight... that's putting it mildly. *sighs, then remembers her argument and looks down to boot Mearing in the rear very very gently*

Mearing: *startled squawk. Was only momentarily distracted from yelling at Catherine*

Catherine: *really getting mad now, is going in swinging and pulling hair!*

Ratchet: *facepalm*

grey mech: o.O;;

Lennox: *as Wheeljack cheers Catherine on* Oh sh... *rushes in to rescue the director*

Ratchet: *reaching down to separate the scrapping human women*

grey mech: ....Did I arrive at a bad time?

Wheeljack: *laughing* Nope, this is the best time ever!

Lennox: That's enough! Mz Mearing, I've reported your callous attitude toward the Autobots to the Secretary of Defense. *lets go of the woman as soon as he's sure she's not going to fall over or try to attack* We're sick of it.

Ratchet: *scolding Catherine as the redhead dangles from her hand*

Mearing: *glaring at you now Lennox. And storming off in a huff*

Wheeljack: Don't forget what I said! *doubles over in a snickerfit, but then straightens and looks back to the newcomer* So... what's your name?

grey mech: *blink blink* Er... I'm *Cybertronian designation*.... I haven't got a local designation yet, but I've been thinking about it since I was told I needed one but I really don't know what a good one would be.....

Wheeljack: *grins* What've the humans ben callin' you?

grey mech: Oh... Um... I've heard them calling me 'Bluestreak', but I really don't know why, since I'm not blue, which might be a good thing, since blue pigment really tastes good.....

Wheeljack: *big grin. Looks over at Ratchet with dancing optics* //Now is this pretty or what?//

Ratchet: *looks up from the argumentative Catherine* *chuckle* //Yes, but I have my own pretty to look at.//

Wheeljack: //Percy ain't actually that pretty.// So, Blue, what's your function?

Ratchet: //Says you.// *back to scolding Catherine*

Bluestreak: Oh... Um... I'm a gunner.... It's not really that neat, but it's what I'm good at.... I mean, I'll prolly never be as famous as you are, but I can at least do my part to help out, right?

Wheeljack: *quirks one scarred brow* You know who I am, huh?

Bluestreak: *nod nod* You're the bot that gave Cybertron a sun.... Till Sentinel Prime made it go away..... And you're the one that everyone says blew up an entire city block one time.....

Wheeljack: Great! Then we're introduced! *grab. Snog!*

Lennox: *ducks as she steps over, and then looks up* What the... Wheeljack!

Bluestreak: *all he has time for is a startled squeak before he's getting snogged*

Ratchet: *looks up* .... *sigh*

Catherine: 0_o Okay then...

Denver: *laughing her head off now, kthx*

Saelen: *facepalming muchly now*

Lennox: *banging with the side of his fist against Wheeljack's leg* Hey! Knock it off! We've got visitors coming! 'Jack, are you listening to me? *bang bang!*

government official: .... *just a bit brain broken* Er.... *clears his throat*

Lennox: .>_<. *turns and salutes* Sir. I... *looks up and shakes his head* Yeah, there's no explaining that.

Denver: *ded of lulz now*

Saelen: *acks and keeps Denver from falling and jarring her ankle even more*

government official: .... Perhaps we should be meeting in private.... >.>;;

Lennox: *rubs the back of his neck* Private? *bangs on Wheeljack's leg a little more*

government official: Yes.... Preferably away from them? *just a bit embarrassed, has turned so he doesn't have to watch the snogging robots*

Bluestreak: *wobble*

Ratchet: *moves to give her friend a bit of a kick* I apologize for Wheeljack's behavior, sir.

Wheeljack: Hey! *whirls to offer Ratchet a swat* I'm tryin' to get rid of a little stress he... *looks down* Whoops. Heh. Hi there.

Bluestreak: *aft meet floor* Wow.....

government official: *startles at the clang*

Wheeljack: Meep! *makes sure no humans are squished* Blue, be careful already, sheesh!

Bluestreak: *blinks a bit, optics bright* Huh?

Catherine: ...Wow. 'Jack kissed him stupid.....

Lennox: Uh. *sigh* So. We're meeting? *looks around at visitors and friends*

Wheeljack: Right. *gentle pat for Bluestreak and then stoops to offer Denver a ride in her hands*

government official: *watches as the woman using crutches gets herself comfortably situated in Wheeljack's hands* *soft 'heh'*

Lennox: So, they didn't tell us your name, sir. Just that someone was coming out to investigate my complaint.

government official: Ah.... My name is Senaiji Ecray.

Lennox: *uncertainly, as he glances at the man's two female aids* ...No title or rank?

Mr. Ecray: Technically, my title is Liaison....

Lennox: Alright, Liaison Ecray. The meeting room is... 'Jack!

Wheeljack: I don't want him thinkin' I'm just ditchin' him. *just gave Bluestreak a gentle goodbye kiss on the helm*

Liaison Ecray: *facepalming as his two aids laugh*

Bluestreak: *blink blink* Huh?

Wheeljack: *softly* I'll see you later, okay, Blue? *soft pat on his shoulder, then tries to elbow Ratchet for chivying her. Does all this without shaking Denver in the least*

Bluestreak: *dazedly* Okay....

Ratchet: *SUCH a look for her friend*

black-haired aid: He vill be alvright, ja?

Wheeljack: Sure he will. I didn't kiss him that hard. *lets herself be herded toward the Transformer side of the meeting room as Lennox leads the way toward the human half of it*

Liaison Ecray: *follows Lennox, as do his aids*

Ratchet: *softly scolding Wheeljack for being a brat, has Catherine and Saelen in hand*

Wheeljack: He's pretty! The only other guy we have around here anymore is Sunstreaker... and that definitely ain't my type. Oooo. Hatchlings.

bitty bots: *look up from mugging Sunstreaker's feet and chirrup cheerfully*

Sunstreaker: *looks like he's at his wits end* About fragging time!

Wheeljack: Heh. Fer what? *reaches over and sets Denver by the human meeting table, then leans back against the railing that separates that higher floor from the lower one that she's standing on and looks at the hatchlings thoughtfully*

hatchlings: *chatter and chirp as they study Wheeljack and Ratchet with their bright purple optics*

Ratchet: *carefully setting Catherine and Saelen by the human meeting table, will move to scan the hatchlings*

hatchlings: *healthy, well fueled, very curious*

Lennox: *leaning on the railing* There they are, Liaison Ecray.

Liaison Ecray: *looking over the railing and blinking* ....They're adorable...

black-haired aid: *nodding her agreement, even as she says similar in German* :D

Lennox: *grimly* Director Mearing wants them, the father of our other baby, and another Autobot who just recently returned to us decommissioned.

red-haired aid: *frowns* Why? T'e li'l 'uns ain't 'armin' none....

Liaison Ecray: ...What is Director Mearing's problem?

Lennox: She doesn't seem to think of the Autobots as people with rights. They're just machinery to her.

Wheeljack: *snorts and mutters about sticks*

Liaison Ecray: ...She's got more than just a stick up there.

black-haired aid: *says something in German that might be rude*

red-haired aid: She's a stupid 'un. *frowning now* Even I c'n see t'at t'e Autobots're people.

Lennox: *surprised look for the three, then studies them* Your opinions... are a lot different from those of our previous and our current director.

Liaison Ecray: Defense Secretary Keller was a bit more careful than Galloway when picking staff, Major Lennox... And I've known Miss Hans and Miss Yasu since college.

Wheeljack: *suddenly curious as she stoops to study the black-haired woman* Y'know, I could make you a prosthetic eye that actually works.

Lennox: o.0!

black-haired aid: *startled as well, hand up to her face*

red-haired aid: *chuckles and gives her friend's shoulder a gentle squeeze*

Wheeljack: *blinks* ...Did I just stick my foot in my mouth again?

hatchling: *up on her back now* Foot!

black-haired aid: *small headshake* I... vas not avare zhat you could tell.... *quieter* You could make vone zhat actually verks ze vay a normal eye vould?

Liaison Ecray: *sympathetic look for the black-haired aid*

Wheeljack: We can see a lot more than you guys can. And yeah... *peers more closely again* Optic nerves aren't that hard to figure out, and yours are still there... things might not look just like you're used to 'em looking, but you'd see 'em. And the other eye would help you figure out what they were.

black-haired aid: It vould be an improvement over vrunning into valls und doorvays in ze mornings.

Wheeljack: I'll start working on it when I get back ta my lab. That might be a few weeks yet, though. I don't wanna be away from our damaged friends too long. *worry shows clearly despite her mask-like face*

hatchling: *from somewhere behind Ratchet and Wheeljack, he pats their current nanny cheerfully* Butt!

black-haired aid: Take as long as you need. *small smile*

red-haired aid: *cracking up at what the hatchling said*

Liaison Ecray: I'll see what I can do about getting supplies and fuel secured for the Autobots and NEST.

Lennox: And a new director? *pleading shows in his eyes* I'm still under order about those decommissionings.

Liaison Ecray: If I have to carry Mearing out the door myself, then so be it. She's overstayed her welcome anyway.

Lennox: So her orders...? *looks down as Sam's big dog wanders over and flops by his feet*

Liaison Ecray: Don't follow them. *brown eyes serious*

Lennox: *shoulders drop slightly with relief* Yes, sir.

Liaison Ecray: For now, make a list of the supplies and parts you need.

red-haired aid: *gets her iPad out and set up to jot down notes*

Lennox: *nods* I'll let Ratchet do that. She's the Autobot CMO. *yes. That's a lady*

Wheeljack: I can help. I'm the local engineer. *cheerful as she watches the bulk of the hatchlings mob Sunstreaker*

red-haired aid: *looks to Ratchet and Wheeljack, moves to approach*

Sunstreaker: *SO not pleased*

hatchling: *pops up on Wheeljack's arm and squeaks at the red-haired woman*

Wheeljack: Ack!

red-haired aid: *snerk* Cute....

Ratchet: *chuckles, so amused. Will begin dictating a list of supplies*

Lennox: *quietly to the Liaison* Any questions?

Liaison Ecray: Not at the moment, no... *small smile* I'm quite certain that I will have more later on, however....

Lennox: *surprised* You walk into a stronghold of giant alien robots, and you don't have any questions?

Liaison Ecray: When you've seen half the things I've seen working for the Defense Secretary, you learn to only ask the important questions that relate to the matter at hand.

Lennox: *slight grin* Has Miss Madison developed a brain mouth filter yet?

Liaison Ecray: Nope.

Lennox: Are she and... what's his name... still an item?

Liaison Ecray: Glenn? They're still friends, if that's what you mean....

Lennox: *nods, though he remembers seeing Maggie and Glenn holding hands at the end of the dam incident* Okay. Denver, you wanted to tell the Liaison why you think your family's farm would make a good civilian Autobot base?

Denver: *not quite sane grin* Well, 'sahd fr'm 'avin' lots 'f room f'r li'l bits t' run 'round, ain't nobodeh crazeh 'nough t' mess wit' armed rednecks....

Liaison Ecray: .... *blink blink, looks to Lennox, an 'Is she serious?' look on his face*

Lennox: *quietly* Denver's the woman who took Starscream down. Her cousin is the young man who drove the General Lee into Vortex's face.

Liaison Ecray: *boggles a bit* Wow....

Denver: *decidedly smug grin*

Lennox: Chrome's spent most of his life on the Lamont farm by now, and he's formed a pretty strong bond with the Lamonts' youngest daughter as well as with Denver's little sister.

Liaison Ecray: *small nod* How's the security around the farm?

Lennox: Major Epps says they haven't had any trouble. The neighbours all know about the Autobots' presence. *slight smile* I hear there was a pile of wedding gifts left for Optimus Prime and Elita One.

Liaison Ecray: Wedding gifts?

Lennox: Yes. Optimus and Elita have spark bonded. We might be getting more sparklets.

Liaison Ecray: Sparklets? *looking to the hatchlings*

Lennox: Sparklets are hatchlings born from a Cybertronian woman's spark. Like Chrome.

Liaison Ecray: Ah....

Lennox: Yeah. They have babies. Just like humans.

Wheeljack: Not quite. Ours don't come out our butts.

Ratchet: *facepalm*

Lennox: .>_<.

red-haired aid: *laughing her butt off now, kthx*

black-haired aid: *one with her facepalm*

Wheeljack: What? Ratch, what'd I say this time? *appealing look at her friend*

Ratchet: *from behind her hand* Human infants are not born through butts, Wheeljack.

Wheeljack: What? But I saw it on TV!

Catherine: *looks to Saelen* You can explain it.

Saelen: Why me?!

Catherine: *sweetly* You're the one with the medical degree.

Lennox: Can we do that later? And that reminds me. We'd like to enlist Private Second class Saelen Maloney as our human medical officer.

Liaison Ecray: *blinks a bit, before nodding* I'll get the paperwork started for that.

Lennox: And my last request is a little unconventional. *like the others weren't?* *glances toward Catherine, who is being studied minutely by a curious hatchling* Sunstreaker, aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on these guys?

Sunstreaker: YOU try keeping an eye on them when they're curious!

Lennox: *stern look*

Wheeljack: *and then narrows her optics as she looks at the yellow mech* You weren't drunk when we came in, but you are now.

Lennox: *stern look becomes a frown*

Sunstreaker: *mutter* Fraggin' Smokescreen.....

Lennox: Excuse me?

hatchling: Fraggin' Smokescreen! *laughs*

Catherine: *LOOK for Sunstreaker*

Ratchet: ...Smokescreen is here?

Lennox: He came with Bluestreak and Huffer. But what does he have to do with you being drunk, Sunstreaker?

Ratchet: ... *facepalm, snickerfit. Just connected the dots*

Sunstreaker: *GROWLS at Ratchet* SHUT. UP.

Lennox: *quiet and stern* I'm waiting, Sunstreaker.

black-haired aid: ...Does zis have somezing to do vith ze silver voman I saw earlier?

Wheeljack: *cheerfully* That silver dame's Sunstreaker's twin sister. The two of 'em are two halves of the same spark. So when Smokie shares energy with Sideswipe, Sunshine feels it.

Lennox: *face palm* *mutter* Just when I thought you guys couldn't get any weirder...

red-haired aid: *looks up from her list-making* Shares energy?

Wheeljack: Like I was doin' with Blue. Only he wasn't sharin' much. *grins and scoops a hatchling off her leg, then snerks at Sunstreaker*

Sunstreaker: *hand moving to make a rude gesture*

Ratchet: Do it, and I'll weld you to a wall.

red-haired aid: *laughs* Jes' like ol' times, eh, Senaiji?

Liaison Ecray: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Shut up, Kae Yau.

Lennox: *shakes his head, but then looks to the Liaison* Sir?

Liaison Ecray: Yes, Major Lennox?

Lennox: *decides not to ask* My other request is that Catherine Wyatt, who's been attending The George Washington University School of Medicine and Health Sciences on a military scholarship be instead trained by Autobot CMO Ratchet.

Liaison Ecray: That should be doable. I'll get the paperwork for that started as well. *pauses* May I ask why?

Lennox: *seriously* Have you read the reports about the death of the Autobot known as Jazz?

Liaison Ecray: ... I have....

Lennox: *quiet now* He's been found. He isn't dead, but he's badly damaged and can't remember very much of his life before the attack by Megatron. Miss Wyatt is someone that he depends on and trusts.

Liaison Ecray: ... *looks to Kae Yau, who smirks and nods before passing her iPad to the black-haired aid* Nothing illegal.

Kae Yau: Nay, jes' gotta make a call t' a friend o' mine 'bout some photos.... *dirty rotten grin as she moves to stand in a different part of the area*

Ratchet: Wait... what?

black-haired aid: She vill call her freund vith die fotografien....

Lennox: So... are we talking blackmail? *looks from face to face*

Liaison Ecray: Things that Mearing wouldn't want people to know about.... Apparently, she and a gentleman by the name of Seymour Simmons were together at one point.

Catherine: ...I feel sorry for the guy.

Lennox: They kissed at the end of the Chicago engagement. *nods his head*

Wheeljack: ...Then what's she so uptight about? *looks over her shoulder as Sunstreaker goes down with a crash* Ha! Anybody got a fork?


Later in the day....


Epps: *trying to get happy hatchlings into a horse trailer* Hey! No, this way... Ratchet! Halp!

hatchling: *love love hug hug* ^_^

Ratchet: *chuckling and getting a picture of the cute before moving to help herd the hatchlings into the trailer*

hatchlings: *chattering and chirping, and then squealing with delight as they discover the box of blankets and dolls inside the trailer*

hatchling that has Epps: *lets go of him to go look* Ooooo?

Ratchet: *gentle clicks for the hatchlings*

Epps: You sure it's gonna be safe to bring these babies in that trailer? *peering inside and counting as best he can* ...Is that everybody?

Ratchet: *scans the area for wayward hatchlings* I think so...

Epps: Which question is that the answer to? *watches the hatchlings fuss at each other quietly as the comfort objects are distributed*

Ratchet: The trailer will be safe, and I think we got all of them.

Epps: Alright. *shuts the doors* They ain't gonna get scared in there?

Ratchet: The blankets and dolls should help with that....

Epps: If they don't eat 'em. *remembers Chrome's meeting with a barbie doll and shudders*

Ratchet: I'm relatively certain that the hatchlings will find fabric unappealing as a fuel source.

Epps: Okay. *looks up at the yellow femme* You guys gonna be back soon?

Ratchet: Hopefully. It depends on what happens from here on out...

Epps: *shakes his head* You realize there ain't really anybody but humans, Ironhide, and Blackout out there ta take care of these guys?

Ratchet: I'll be there as well, as will Wheeljack, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, and Huffer. And you've seen how Mrs. Lamont, Mz. Lamont, and Mrs. MacKenzie run things....

Epps: Yeah, but you said you and 'Jack ain't comin' yet. *turns a scowl toward the sound of intense griping in Cybertronian* 'N Huffer needs to stick a wrench in his.

Catherine: *can be heard telling Huffer to put a sock in it*

Denver: *laughing her head off. She seriously underestimated the redhead's chutzpah back when things first got going....*

soldier: Don't tell him that! He's already swiped all the good recycled fleece socks out of supply!

Catherine: .... *LOOK for Huffer*

Huffer: *arms folded over his chest as the stubborn little minibot returns Catherine's Look*

Smokescreen: *pinching the bridge of his nose as he silently thanks whoever is listening that this is just a temporary assignment* Huffer, why don't you make sure Bluestreak hasn't gotten shut in a container?

Huffer: Go look for your own idiot brother! *growl*

Smokescreen: I would, but someone has to keep Miss Wyatt from attempting to damage you. *snags the redhead before she can give the stubborn minibot a good kick*

Huffer: *snorts and looks away*

Sideswipe: *is that silver head peeking shyly into the garage area*

Smokescreen: *looks that way* *gives Sideswipe a small smile*

Sideswipe: *blushes, her optics asking if she should come over there. So much uncertainty in the normally cocky and swaggering femme*

Smokescreen: *sets Catherine down and gently ushers the human over towards Ratchet* *more smile for Sideswipe, and an offer in his outstretched hand*

Sideswipe: *comes walking in, trying to swagger. But she's still just too shy and uncertain*

Smokescreen: *will wait for Sideswipe to approach before gently nuzzling her helm* *gently* It won't be too long before Blue, Huffer, and I are back......

Sideswipe: *hesitates, but then leans against him with a sigh* *quietly* So this morning wasn't just fun and games and knock Streaker over.

Smokescreen: *quietly, with a bit of a wicked grin* That was fun, yes.... But I'm not a one-time-only sort of mech...

Sideswipe: *and there's that cocky, slightly brainless looking grin that's slagged so many Decepticons off*

Smokescreen: *quietly* So it really depends on what you want, Sideswipe. *yes, he sees that grin. He has a good feeling as to where it will lead....*

Sideswipe: *up on her toes and gives him some more energy!*

Smokescreen: *returning the favor!*

Epps: What the f... allout? *stare*

Bluestreak: *meeps and blushes before turning his attention to making sure the injured human is securely strapped into her seat*

Ratchet: ... For the love of... *moving to scare the couple into putting a halt to their snog session*

Catherine: *snickerfitdie*

Epps: Is that what I think it is, Bluestreak?

Bluestreak: *blushing a bit* Er.... Y-yeah.... I don't know why they decided to do that now, since we're supposed to be getting ready and Smokescreen has to drive and he can't drive if his head's all spinny and stuff......

Epps: *blink blink. Look at Bluestreak* Spinny?

Bluestreak: *blushing more* Y-yeah.... Kissing makes heads spinny and if you do it too much, you fall on your butt and that kind of hurts if you land wrong or land on concrete.... *now how does he know that?*

Smokescreen: *looks over after getting told off by Ratchet* Now how the slag do you know that, Bluestreak?

Bluestreak: 0////0 *BLUSH*

Sideswipe: *wide optics* Who kissed you??

Bluestreak: *stammering and stuttering*

Ratchet: Don't worry about that right now. We're starting to border on running behind.

Sideswipe: *slight scowl* Bye, Smokie. See you 'round.

Smokescreen: Try not to kill Sunstreaker, Swiper.... Even if he is a git.

Sideswipe: *that grin is soo insufferably smug now* No idea what you're talking about.

Smokescreen: *snerk*

Ratchet: *headshake* *gives Bluestreak a bit of a poke and urges him to finish getting ready*

Bluestreak: *squeaks and scoots to get last-minute prep done*

hatchlings: *rattling around and peeking out through the windows of the horse trailer. Curious chirping and chattering, and the occasional set of wiggly fingers, come through those windows*

Bluestreak: *gentle clicks as he makes sure the hatchlings will be safe in the trailer*

Catherine: *herding Saelen to the vehicle that Denver's strapped into*

Epps: *looks over* You guys realize you don't all have to ride with me. We have other vehicles here. *points to Smokescreen and Bluestreak*

Catherine: I'll be riding with Ratchet. This is the only way you won't have to deal with smart-aftery.... *gives Denver a LOOK and gets a smirk in return*

Huffer: Are we goin' today or next week?? *in alt mode by the door*

Catherine: Mute it, you.

Ratchet: No, Catherine, you're going back with this group.

Catherine: *blink blink* Wait, what?

Epps: Ratchet's got some stuff she needs to tend to, because she's in charge right now. *looks around as a dull wump hits everyone's ears and the base shakes* *snerk*

Catherine: *startles at the wump and the shaking base* 0_0

Bluestreak: *gently lifts the startled woman and reassures her that everything is alright*

Epps: Wonder what she blew up this time. *climbs into the Humvee that the trailer's hooked to*

hatchlings: *curious about the wump, one or two cheered about it*

Bluestreak: *offering to turn his radio to whatever station Catherine wants on the way down to the farm*

Catherine: Holy.....

Sideswipe: *looks at the redhead* Holy what?

Catherine: What.... What was that?

Sideswipe: Oh. *laughs* Wheeljack blowing sl... stuff up.

Catherine: ..... *bewildered expression is a go*

Sideswipe: *shrugs* It's how she gets her kicks.

Bluestreak: It's.... kind of her thing.....

Catherine: *just a bit spooked right now.... will soon be climbing into Bluestreak's passenger compartment*

Ratchet: *to Catherine* We'll be back on the farm next week. You'll have more than enough help in the meantime.

Sideswipe: *laughs out loud as another wump rocks the base* I know what that is!

Ratchet: *sighs and moves to go see what Wheeljack blew up this time*

Sideswipe: She's blowing up the extra ordinance! Because the war's over! *whoops and boots Smokescreen on the bumper, then runs off laughing*

Smokescreen: Ack! Hey!

Bluestreak: Maybe it's a good thing we're not sticking around for now....

Saelen: No, Denver. You're not staying longer.

Denver: Aww.

Epps: *cracks up and pulls out up the ramp, starting slowly so that the hatchlings have time to settle for the ride*

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