The noise Mayday makes is less a scream and more a single pure note of absolute shock. Which quickly rises into a tone of absolute terror as he spins around to face the stranger's crotch and then looks up.
DECEPTICON. BIG DECEPTICON. ABORT. ABORT.
Flailing with all the grace of a pair of long johns in a hurricane, Mayday backpedals rapidly away from Spinister. Only to find there's not as much ground behind him as he'd hoped, and he promptly rolls down a steep incline where the roadway had partly collapse to the level below.
It's okay though. His tumble is softened by the field of flowers he lands in. An impressive cloud of pollen rises around him.
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DECEPTICON. BIG DECEPTICON. ABORT. ABORT.
Flailing with all the grace of a pair of long johns in a hurricane, Mayday backpedals rapidly away from Spinister. Only to find there's not as much ground behind him as he'd hoped, and he promptly rolls down a steep incline where the roadway had partly collapse to the level below.
It's okay though. His tumble is softened by the field of flowers he lands in. An impressive cloud of pollen rises around him.