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[playfultyrant]

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[incendiarism3]

Thank you, it... thank you. I know we will. Better to burn it out than let it fester, right?

[He lets his head rest back on his curled arm. His expression pulls, and he thinks of Starscream and how he'd said people might kill Megatron if he started a panic. He wishes he believed in what he's saying as much as he used to]

I hope so. Will I be almost as skilled as you are, if I try every day?

[playfultyrant]

That is up to your own dedication and will. And sadly size.

Nothing against your small stature. But I need to give you stronger steel so you can stand a chance

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack doesn't hesitate to respond, wanting to be stronger but wanting even more to please his lord and to make him proud]

If you think it will help, my lord? More armor would certainly be of assistance to you, wouldn't it? I look forward to it.

[playfultyrant]

[ At this point Antlers no longer replies. Wheeljack is exactly where he wants him.

And nothing can take that from him.]