Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20161023045437/@comment-28358106-20161127044552

(Good God, man...TEN morpher kids squabbling all the time?? That's fifteen or more kids!  I'd have to think about that one.  The Sounder idea might not be so bad, though, depending on where she was worked in.  And I'm not quite THAT bad, BT.  Just underdressed than normal and extremely tired and stressed.)

"What?? No!  No.  I used a...never mind about it, I'll tell you about it sometime.  She's fine, just unconscious, like she's asleep.  Ferra, pick her up and take her inside.  Set her on the couch in the front room."

I wipe my face with my hand, my voice calm and hoarse. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you.  I just...it's been..."

For the first time, I see the partially morphed Terrorcons in their alt-alt mode. My eyes go wide. I suddenly look excited, and point to them.

"Glus...when did this happen? How long ago?  Quick, tell me!"