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Brainstorm walked into a laboratory in shambles, which wouldn't have been a surprise if he'd been in it within the last day. But he'd been on the planet with Rodimus, blowing things up down there, and not here leaving bits of shrapnel and...
...was that glue? He tapped it, and when the substance had no real give, he was forced to conclude it was not glue. Which was good, because replicating any of the glue guns that had gotten popular during the war would be boring.
His optics continued scanning the room as he considered the best way to start cleaning the mess. Even if it wasn't his, Perceptor would be mad at the devastation in their shared lab. Or maybe not as much, because...
That lump on the wall had a red leg sticking out and if he squinted, he could just see the bright blue of one of Perceptor's optics glaring out at him.
"Huh." Brainstorm cocked his head to the side and stared at the Percy-lump on the wall for several seconds. "Definitely could not have predicted this one."