Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190723131114/@comment-27344811-20190806022829

Grimlock’s ankles twist to form hands as his front section- tyrannosaurus hands and head- fold into a backpack and out slides a head with a large underbite and glasses-eyes. The arms shrink down as Grim’s rear section- the tail- starts to pull away from each other.

Grimlock pulls his sword from somewhere. “LET GRIMLOCK GO!” He yells as he swings his sword at her.

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Blitzwing squirms from Lugnut’s grip, dusting himself off. “Now, we should-“

“That puny organic is wet.” Lugnut points sync FF as he approaches the front of their floor. "YOU IDIOT, WHAT ZE FAUCK ARE YOU DOING??” Hothead grabs his arm. ”ZEY WILL SEE YOU!"

Lugnut pauses. “That word.”

“..what?”

“That word you said. 'Fuck'.”

“You mean slag??”

“No, you said “fuck”.”

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“Yare yare... well, start with “squadron of the king”.” Jotaro suggests, his stand letting go of Stone Free.

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Wulf Holds up a finger on the other hand. Something else.

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Deep inside of a compound, something metallic red and green rests against the wall. Something large. Very large, with bright blue eyes and multiple pairs of arms.