A teleport device set up in the Autobot base spat out 2 girls.
Skins Thunderbomb – Hello and welcome to the first Armada Starscream/Alexis, double author humor fanfic! (Takes deep breath)
MiT – Shouldn’t talk so much in one sentence! That’s the damn problem with your –
Skins Thunderbomb - QUIT BERATING ME FOR MY EDITING SKILLS!
* Cowers* MiT – Sorry.... it’s one of my little obsessive-compulsive disorders!!
Skins Thunderbomb – That’s cool. Now, as I was saying –
MiT – We'll be writing a humor fic together!
Skins Thunderbomb – NOT if you interrupt me during my heroic decepticon speeches!
* Funny look* MiT – Nutcase.
Skins Thunderbomb - *glares* Grrrr. Anyway, if we stop fighting for a second I’ll tell you that it is a SS/A get together fic, but I’ve got the good ‘al family together!
MiT – The idiot Skywarp, The smart guy Thundercracker, The chick Alexis and the Renegade Screamer!!!
*Fangirls scream*
Skins Thunderbomb – So enough of us –
MiT – And let the story begin.
Skins Thunderbomb – I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP INTERUPTING ME?!
*Ignores her* MiT – We don’t own them, never will, although I can go on dreaming, can't I?
*Lawyers grumble and walk off*
Skins and MiT – Now let's go!

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1 – Skywarp is on the drug!

Song for the chap. – I’m on the drug by TISM

In the beautiful cities of Seibertron, there was a house full of mysteries, drama and all the regular hoo-har you’ll find in some mansion on another planet.
Well, as dark and dank as this place seemed, there lived three transformer brothers, who were as different from each other as an Asian to an Aussie. One thing was, they all looked practically identical except for height and colour.
Which made them ideal to pull pranks on…
“Hello!”
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Stupid narrator!”
The poor bloke ran as the purple and black stupid – I mean seeker transformer ran after him. God was it funny to watch.
“YUMMY! A COOKIE!”
The seeker stopped and bent down to find a cookie on the steps. His young face shone with enthusiasm as he picked it up and stuffed it into his gob. (The narrator quickly disappeared.)
Skywarp was the dumb one. He didn’t even understand that he couldn’t eat human food, but did anyway (causing him to get sick but not caring.) But one thing was VERY certain about him:
“STARSCREAM!”
Run when you see him.
“CrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”
The stupid seeker had run to the lounge room to find Starscream, the middle brother, a.k.a Skywarp’s favorite hugging toy.
Unlike most of the house, the lounge room was the complete opposite of dark, dank and cold. It was brightly lit by lights and had a big stereo in the corner. There was also a Cybertron TV set plus some lounges and chairs scattered about the place. The reason for the brightness was because the three spent most, if not all of, their time in the lounge.
“Get off me now! Primus! PRIMUS! GET HIM TO LEAVE ME BE!!!” Starscream screamed childishly, very agitated as he tried to struggle out of the one thing he dreaded, a hug.
The red seeker was a renegade. He hated any leader he had to serve and was usually put second-in-command (to reasons unknown to anyone) He despised Skywarp and was tolerant of his oldest brother Thundercracker. Well, he didn’t hug him at least.
“TC! HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPP!” He yelled again.
“But I was getting to the good part of this soap I picked up today!” TC whined, refusing to budge from his comfortable seat on the couch.
“Pl~ease!” Starscream begged.
“Fine, fine.” TC turned away from the TV and shouted, “Skywarp! TC has a cookie!”
“Cookie?” Skywarp immediately let go of Starscream and ran to TC, who started to laugh when Skywarp actually noticed (a rare thing) that TC had no cookie. Just then, the black seeker gave an almighty lurch and threw up all over his oldest brother.
TC sat there dripping in black oil and bits of cookie with a patient look on his face (Starscream snickered. It looked too funny…)
“Skywarp, how many times have I told you not to eat cookies?!” He said angrily but with a patient air about him; like explaining what 1 + 1 equaled to a 2 year old.
“But I like the cookie!” Skywarp protested.
“But the cookie hates you!”
“The cookie hates me?”
“And all that food you consume!”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Starscream was rolling with laughter. Primus, Skywarp was a dope.

Well, Thundercracker was just your regular cool guy. He had an unlikely, bizarre love for soaps, which made him popular with the femme’s. Basically, he had to tend to his youngest brothers stupidity and Starscream’s speeches about overthrowing his boss. He had to put up with a lot, TC did. It was wonderful being the oldest of the lot.
Thundercracker got up and stretched, metal squeaking against metal, “I’m gonna wash this crap off.” He said.
“Yeah, and while you’re at it get a scrubber to clean Skywarp’s CPU out.” Starscream said. TC laughed and replied, “If he had one!”