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Everyone was still reeling in from Grimlock's... "activity". The Bots were now looking at Strafe for guidance, the two headed pterosaur who learned sign language. When asked about it, he claimed he learned it in a dictionary... on the internet.
Tried of all the questions, the "voice of reason" prepared to take off, not before asking his new pal Bee if he wanted to join him.
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It was up to Slater to reaprove the design of the in progress Autobot Rec Room. Optimus apologized for the trouble Grimlock caused. She just smiled at him.
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One particular thing happened today. Drift was trying to teach Slug, Slug, the virtues of patience. The Triceratops barely lasted three seconds before he ended up creating a crater in the stream. Now the residents of the facility had a giant behind well to use. And Drift? Drift was fine of the whole thing, claiming the Dinobot was just "completing his training."
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It's been a few months since Optimus didn't decide to become a lifeless corpse in space, and in that time there was no sign of the renowned Megatron, or his Decepticons. But there was more signs of more Dinobots. Strafe himself reported the signals. While his friends "cheered", his other friends had spark and heart attacks.
When asked by Bee, the Knight claimed he didn't know who the new arrivals were. The scout knew he was lying.