Tailgate, I offered Megatron my assistance in locating some missing datapads he had stored in our quarters. He seemed to be under the impression you may have some information about what happened to them. Do you know anything about where they may have wound up?
[He sighs, still annoyed with this but not really interested in dragging it out longer than it needs to be.]
Tailgate, I don't care why you took them, I just want them returned immediately. I've had many weeks worth of writing stored on those datpads and I'd like to complete what I started.
[Well, looks like the cat's outta the bag, whatever that means.
But this is not going to end well.]
Let's just say that if, hypothetically, I did take your datapads. I'd have probably have donated them to someone else to help save the whales. So, I think it'd be accurate to say that they're not going to be returned. In this hypothetical scenario, that is.
[There's a long moment of silence, where Megatron slowly, carefully cycles air through his vents. His hands are clenched into fists, his face is a tentatively controlled frown. One thing is certain: he's getting too damn old for this bullshit.]
[Tailgate instantly switches to his last line of defense: Tears.]
I'm sorry! But they were asking for things to give the mercenaries and I didn't have anything valuable to give them! Please don't be mad, I just wanted to help.
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