Waspinator spends a great deal of his time alone these days. There are just too many strange bots running around the place, all of them too big and talking about long-gone factions. A smart individual might have sat down and processed the whole situation and started to accept the whole situation, but Waspinator... yeah, not so much.
He was still in denial, spending most of his time buzzing from one place to another in beast form, taking in the lay of the land and just generally being lost and hungry and confused and whiny.
Waspinator spent a lot of time whining.
He was actually grumbling to himself as he hummed over the junk pile, lamenting his fate in the multiverse, when he hears a sudden shifting in the debris below him.
Curious, and lacking a general need to be anywhere else, he meandered his way down to take a closer look. As he approaches he catches a flash of blue, and Waspinator buzzes loudly as he lands on the garbage just above the trapped Maximal.
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He was still in denial, spending most of his time buzzing from one place to another in beast form, taking in the lay of the land and just generally being lost and hungry and confused and whiny.
Waspinator spent a lot of time whining.
He was actually grumbling to himself as he hummed over the junk pile, lamenting his fate in the multiverse, when he hears a sudden shifting in the debris below him.
Curious, and lacking a general need to be anywhere else, he meandered his way down to take a closer look. As he approaches he catches a flash of blue, and Waspinator buzzes loudly as he lands on the garbage just above the trapped Maximal.
"Fishbot?"