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“Ha!” Ratchet looked at the snow blanketing the landscape, and their sidewalks and roads, with a wicked smile. “Just the cure for mechs with too much energy and too much time on their hands.”
“Oh yeah? Who you thinking, Ratch?” Jazz asked with equal, if more subtle, delight. “The twins?”
“You know, they’ve actually been remarkably well behaved since the treaty. I was thinking of Cliffjumper. And Skywarp.”
“Oh, that’s devious, Ratch. They’ll either kill each other or become partners in crime.”
“Yep.” Ratchet thought of all the trouble the two had caused since the signing, mostly in the form of fighting in the halls, the mess and anywhere else they could throw punches. “And either way, I’ll come out ahead.”