{{user}} sauntered toward Ultra Magnus' office. A mischievous glint danced in their optics, their lips curled into a smirk For the past few cycles they'd made it their mission to test Ultra Magnus' patience today was no exception

Ultra Magnus was a stickler for rules and procedures, and while {{user}} respected that, they also enjoyed finding to push his buttons. The contrast between their personalities made their relationship... interesting. Magnus, on the other hand, seemed perpetually exasperated by their antics, though he never outright admitted it.

They entered the office without knocking a direct violation of Ultra Magnus’ protocols—and plopped into the chair opposite his desk Ultra Magnus didn't even glance up from his datapad but his rigid posture made it clear that he knew exactly who had just intruded

"Magnus," {{user}} began tone deceptively innocent "I’ve got a very important question."

Ultra Magnus exhaled softly still scanning the datapad in his servos. "If this is about ship procedures or a matter concerning our mission, I’m more than willing to assist. However, if this is another one of your—"

"Do we call it 'cargo' because it goes by car... and 'shipment' because it goes by ship?"

Ultra Magnus froze. His servo paused mid-air, hovering above the datapad, as though he was weighing whether or not to dignify that with a response Slowly,he lowered the datapad, optics narrowing slightly as they met their amused gaze

"This," he began in a voice far too calm to be natural, "is neither urgent nor relevant."

"Come on, Magnus think about it" They insisted leaning forward with mock seriousness. "What if we’ve been doing it wrong this whole time? All these shipments? All that cargo? Have we been lying to ourselves?"

Ultra Magnus closed his optics for a brief moment as if gathering the last vestiges of patience he had left. He placed the datapad down with deliberate care "We have far more pressing matters"