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Jul. 5th, 2015 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snaptrapThere was a lot of screaming going on in the Becile house today. Why? Because Ratchet, the only robot with enough balls to take on taking care of the Becile clan, had finally seen fit to go get some better tools to repair them with, and the only place in the house that had better tools that he didn't have to buy were all in Hare's room. And the oldest Becile bot had taken great offense to the old medic cleaning him out.
"PUT THAT THE FUCK DOWN, YA RUSTY OL' PILE A STINKIN' SCRAP!" Hare, bless his core, was doing his best to try and punch Ratchet away from all his stuff, but honestly, trying to fight Ratchet on this matter was like arguing with a brick wall. The medic barely paid any attention to the tantruming robot, inspecting a state of the art steam powered drill and pneumonic hammer. Decent things, he'd already found a better welder and metal cutting saw in here.
"Unless you want me to work on you with outdated and ill repaired tools, Hare, I'm not going to put any of them down." He checked the quality of the saw he picked up, ignoring the tinny sounds of Hare trying to kick him in the shins.
"SAMANTHA LOVES ME GODDAMNIT!"
"Well you always have Bernette." He'd already listened to Hare jabber on about his tools, and was convinced the antique was just slowly losing his mind. Probably due to the green matter decaying in him. All of them were cracked in one way or another. Skull had warned him what would happen if he started messing around with Hare's stuff, so he couldn't say he was surprised to get this kind of a reaction from the steel knockoff. Hare's wailing had called the attention of Skull, who was just watching in muted amusement from the doorway, a small bag of coal in hand as Hare fought his losing battle with Ratchet.
"SKULL IT AIN'T FAIR-"
"We need tools, Snaptrap. You can get more." Hare blew out a huge cloud of black smoke, the single green eye alight in helpless fury.
"I got an attachment ta my tools!"
"Just like Bernice, Claudia an' Stephanie?"
"Don't you talk about Stephanie, ya fuckin' piece'a-" Ratchet brushed past Hare who, in his last ditch attempts to save his precious ladies, grabbed onto a piece of armor on Ratchet and tried to haul him back. His reward was being dragged out of the room, screaming and cursing. Skull had to carefully peel him off of Ratchet so the medic could place the tools safely in the work room without worry of them being stolen again. "IT AIN'T FAIR!"
"Life isn't fair, Hare. But at the very least now you won't have to worry about dying in your sleep." And with that, Ratchet locked the work room and strode out of the house, leaving Hare quivering in outrage. He wouldn't attack Skull, he had more respect for Skull than he did Ratchet, but the screaming carried on throughout the night.
It'd be some time before he'd have to accept reality as it was again.
"PUT THAT THE FUCK DOWN, YA RUSTY OL' PILE A STINKIN' SCRAP!" Hare, bless his core, was doing his best to try and punch Ratchet away from all his stuff, but honestly, trying to fight Ratchet on this matter was like arguing with a brick wall. The medic barely paid any attention to the tantruming robot, inspecting a state of the art steam powered drill and pneumonic hammer. Decent things, he'd already found a better welder and metal cutting saw in here.
"Unless you want me to work on you with outdated and ill repaired tools, Hare, I'm not going to put any of them down." He checked the quality of the saw he picked up, ignoring the tinny sounds of Hare trying to kick him in the shins.
"SAMANTHA LOVES ME GODDAMNIT!"
"Well you always have Bernette." He'd already listened to Hare jabber on about his tools, and was convinced the antique was just slowly losing his mind. Probably due to the green matter decaying in him. All of them were cracked in one way or another. Skull had warned him what would happen if he started messing around with Hare's stuff, so he couldn't say he was surprised to get this kind of a reaction from the steel knockoff. Hare's wailing had called the attention of Skull, who was just watching in muted amusement from the doorway, a small bag of coal in hand as Hare fought his losing battle with Ratchet.
"SKULL IT AIN'T FAIR-"
"We need tools, Snaptrap. You can get more." Hare blew out a huge cloud of black smoke, the single green eye alight in helpless fury.
"I got an attachment ta my tools!"
"Just like Bernice, Claudia an' Stephanie?"
"Don't you talk about Stephanie, ya fuckin' piece'a-" Ratchet brushed past Hare who, in his last ditch attempts to save his precious ladies, grabbed onto a piece of armor on Ratchet and tried to haul him back. His reward was being dragged out of the room, screaming and cursing. Skull had to carefully peel him off of Ratchet so the medic could place the tools safely in the work room without worry of them being stolen again. "IT AIN'T FAIR!"
"Life isn't fair, Hare. But at the very least now you won't have to worry about dying in your sleep." And with that, Ratchet locked the work room and strode out of the house, leaving Hare quivering in outrage. He wouldn't attack Skull, he had more respect for Skull than he did Ratchet, but the screaming carried on throughout the night.
It'd be some time before he'd have to accept reality as it was again.
