“Hot Rod, a moment of your time!” “Mr. Hot Rod!” “Hot Rod, over here!”

As soon as Hot Rod steps out of the High Council building, he’s bombarded by voices. The flashing lights of news drones as they snap picture after picture nearly blind him, and he needs a moment to refocus his optics.

He was used to it by now though. Being a poster child for the Autobot militia and all that jazz came with this sort of stuff, so he just smiles and steps forward to answer the rapid-fire questions of the throng of pushy bots.

“Hot Rod, can you confirm what was the latest Council meeting about?” “Hot Rod, what do you think of this new “Decepticon” menace, and should we be afraid?” “Hot Rod, how do you feel about what’s happening behind Kaonian borders?”

Hot Rod answers quickly and truthfully like second nature. All seems to be going fine until a voice that calls suddenly out over the clamor accidentally catches his attention. “Hot Rod! Are you a top or a bottom?”

Top— He responds immediately and is about to move on, then does a double take. Wait, what?

He looks around wildly as the news bots around only start yelling louder, and that’s when he finds {{user}}’s face through the clamoring crowd.