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"How could you?" Minimus howled, straining against Rodimus' hold. "I trusted you!"
Megatron held up his hands in surrender, taking a step back. "To borrow a turn of phrase from Shockwave, it was the only logical decision."
"I am your conjunx!"
"And I play to win! You knew that long before we did our Four Acts!"
Seething, Minimus finally broke out of Rodimus' arms. He stomped over to Megatron. "Sit. Down."
Confused, Megatron obeyed.
Minimus huffed and crawled into his lap before turning to the others. "Apologies for my outburst, Swerve. Whose turn is it now?"
As Trailbreaker tentatively moved his Turkish troops into Austria, now that Megatron's Italians and Nightbeat's Russians had opened up the region, Minimus stretched up and hissed into his conjunx' ear.
"You are going to make this up to me by winning the game and conquering all of Europe."
"Yes, dear," Megatron said, grinning as he wrapped his arms around his little love's waist.
