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Ratchet jumped in his office the alarms had started blaring with Rodimus muttering something on the inter comm, Ratchet ran too the bridge too see what was going on, as he made his way too the bridge he was almost knocked flying by Rung? and Swerve both off them with their arms full of bolts and tools, as he entered the bridge he saw Rodimus “What is the nature of the emergency?”
Rodimus looked worried at Ratchet “He is coming onboard”
“He who?” pondered Ratchet
“The table flipper” Ratchet looked glum, that meant only one Autobot with that type off derogatory nickname “Prowl” he muttered, he noticed the supplies on the ground, high grade bolts and tools to bolt them down, Ratchet grabbed a few tools and bolts “Right bolting the tables down?” Rodimus gave him a thumbs up, with that they left and bolted down the tables, Prowl will not be flipping these anytime soon…
END
Prowl the nemesis off tables everywhere…