Sides: oops. Sorry

Sunny: we're writing a ballad called WrenchMaster Prime

Jazz: starring Ratchet

Ratchet: set 'im on the berth gestures to the berth next to Jazz

Red Alert: I WAS RIGHT YOU ALL DOUBTED ME BUT LOOK WHO'S- oh. Can I help?

Twins: sure!

Jazz: smiles

Red Alert: paranoia

Ratchet: wanna throw your two cents in while I'm fixing Jazz's leg?

Red Alert: One mech had warned of this scenario occurring, but the other mechs had merely laughed. WrenchMaster Prime went to that visionary mech now, to ask for help. "Red Alert. You saw this coming."

Jazz: this is lies.

Sides: uh huh the great WrenchMaster went to the most paranoid mech in the galaxy.

Ratchet: well, I'd certainly go to him before any of you slaggers.

Sunny: my turn, since Red Alert is just making things up.

Red: you asked me to throw in my two cents so I did. It's not my fault you aren't taking me seriously.

Jazz: you shouldn't have asked for two cents from the mech with no sense.

Ratchet: No

Wheeljack: ouch Ratch. You hurt my feelings

Ratchet: Red's got more sense than most of you on a good orn, despite his paranoia

Red Alert: thank you. Now, getting on with my story. pointed look at twins and jazz

First Aid: I'd like to hear your part of the story, Red

Sides: mutters suck aft

Ratchet: glares and knocks Sides out with wrench

Sunny: Hey! No one-

Ratchet: knocks Sunny out too. Acts like nothing happened

Wheeljack: do continue Red

Red's paranoia: this does not comfort me

Bumblebee: limping in hey guys! leg is almost torn off and audio horn is mangled. Is also holding his other arm in his servo

A/N: Red's ooc cause I dont know him that well. Hope you like it