Lego looked around at the wrecked pizzeria. "Are you guys, uh, actually still in business?" As if on cue, a ceiling panel fell and shattered on the floor.
"I think there's your answer." "Yeah, pretty much. So who are you guys?" Fross squirms out of Tfan's hands with ease, rolling over.
TFan growls. "You are not getting away that easily." TFan hears her name being called through the open door and stops her pursuit. "Wars? WARS!" TFan runs out to try and find her friend. She spots him and runs up. "Wars? Is that really you?"
"No, I'm merely a hallucination. I'm contacting you from the 12th dimension to tell you that you can't let Necro get mushrooms on his pizza. The consequences are dire." He paused for a moment to allow the sentence to hit home. "Nah, but for real, it's me. I've been living in a swamp over yonder for like, a month or two..."
TFan pause and then laughs. "It's you alright!" She laughs and glomps him. "I'm so glad you are safe!" Sparky runs in and tries to jump up on the frozen bed but ends up slipping on to his bum. He barks from the floor at Fross.
"I'm Lego, this is Dev. We're kind of in the middle of an experiment gone wrong, and-" A white and gold blur suddenly leap from a shadowy doorway, landing on Lego and pinning him down. The slightly dazed minifigure looked up to see a familiar face. "Foxy?"
"Oh, you know me. Always staying out of trouble..." He gestures to Shard standing next to him. "This is Shard. He's a little bit behind on current events, and he's looking to find out some stuff about the Autobot-Decepticon war. I thought maybe you might know a thing or two?"
TFan releases him from the hug and looks at Shard. "Hi I'm TFan! And uh... well we have data storage on our ship that would be more help then anything we could say, but it's kinda... confiscated at the moment.
Shard gave a smile at the greeting, but it quickly faded upon hearing that the data was under lock and key. " well...that is a shame. I really have no idea what to think of the situation if I'm honest."
Fross just spits out his cold breath and falls asleep. "We definitely ain't moving him." "Bleboop." {{Agreed}} "Lolbit, stop attacking them. They're friendly. I think."
"Of alchohal? I'm afraid not. My body can't process hard drinks like most can. My creators thought that my kind would use it to sedate ourselves during testing....they wanted us to feel the full force of whatever they were doing. That combined with the fact that I don't much care for the taste."