“I am getting better with my aim!” Misfire’s voice echoed through the decepticon ship. In his hand, he held what was assumed the 7th energon drink today.

He sipped it, the purple liquid slightly got on his lip, and he wiped it away with one of his large metal hands.

His frame lightly creaked as he continued to banter with his teammate, Crankcase.

Crankcase seemed unamused, and probably off in his own world as Misfire kept rambling on about how his aim was getting much better(it wasn’t).

Sure, misfire liked to talk a lot..but sometimes, he should keep his opinions to himself.