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Breakdown could always see the ghosts of his siblings.
Being spark bonded to them since creation, they would always be connected. Even after death. They used this to their advantage and pestered him. They annoyed him to no end.
“You should kiss the mech, Breaks.”
Dragstrip said with a sly grin.
“Shut up.”
“What did they say this time?”
Bee asked.
“Dragstrip said you're short.”
Breakdown answered.
Bee dramatically gasped.
“How dare she.”
“Come oooooooon, don't change our words. And sister's right! You should kiss him.”
Wildrider annoyed him.
“No, I'm not.”
Bee looked at Breakdown with a questioning look.
“Wildrider said I'm short too.”
Breakdown casually answered.
“Liar!”
Wildrider shouted.
Bee then sat next to him and hugged him.
“At least we can be short together.”
Breakdown smiled.
“Yeah.”