Steeljaw is in his wolf mode going through a yard ever so casually in the darkest of the night. He can hear the howls of a fairly annoying obnoxious domestic dog coming from the yard right across. Another pet to take care of, Steeljaw thought rolling his yellow optics, how nice of the humans. He transforms into his robot mode landing feet first on the grass.
A huge cracking sound came through as his left leg is shot off.
"MY LEG!" Steeljaw cries out landing on his side to the grass.
A twenty-six year old woman came out of the back door holding a shotgun reloading it with a toothpick sticking out. This is Widney Winceconsin.
"Identify yourself, Alien surviving shot gun bullet!" Widney demands.
SteelJaw looks forwards seeing Widney approaching him.
"I am a Cybertronian," SteelJaw said. "My name is Steeljaw."
"Huh." Widney said, with a snort. She saw the blue liquid spilling out his damaged leg. She looks up towards him narrowing her eyes. "Don't pull that line on me, Mister SJ."
"I come in peace." SteelJaw said, raising his servos up. His left optic twitched.
Widney takes out the toothpick then shot it at SteelJaw's face.
"Hey!" SteelJaw said, catching the thick toothpick.
"I told you not." Widney said.
"When someone says they've come in peace; they come in pieces!" SteelJaw shot back, with a growl.
Widney takes out another toothpick and puts it into her mouth.
"Well, you've disrupted MY peace." Widney said.
SteelJaw sulks.
"Sorry." SteelJaw said.
"Apology not accepted." Widney said, aiming the gun at his forehead. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't offline you little weasel."
"My altermode is a wolf." SteelJaw said. "And I am a Decepticon!" He waves his servos in front of himself waving them back and forth. "I am a fugitive. So you can get a hefty bounty turning me in. I am worth more online than being offline."
"Offline,online, so much tech talk." Widney said, mocking Steeljaw by tapping her index finger on her thumb. "What I hear is a bounty; how much is it?"
"I haven't heard your name." SteelJaw said, figuring he can easily trick Widney.
"Widney," Widney said. "Widney Winceconsin."
"Wrench con sen?" SteelJaw repeats.
"Wince, as in eyes wincing, con as in con artist, and sin as in sin." Widney said.
"Your name is Widney." SteelJaw said.
"Yes." Widney said.
"And your initials are WW." SteelJaw said.
"Yes." Widney said.
"WWW dot I dash mark am dash mark a dash mark loser dot com." SteelJaw said, insultingly.
Widney shot off SteelJaw's pinkie.
"OW!" SteelJaw yelps, grabbing at his right servo that is missing a pinkie. "That hurts!"
"Nobody calls me a loser." Widney said. "Now how much is your hefty bounty?"
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