"But it was so well done, Prowl!" the red frontliner protested form his seat before the tactician's desk. "I mean, look at how well the minibots resemble the Stunticons now! Of course, they're on a miniature scale, but now the group designation makes so much more sense since they're stunted versions of them!"

The Praxian sighed heavily as he looked at the image captures of the prankster's results. "Did you really have to antagonize Cliffjumper even further though? There was no evidence that it had been you until you started bragging right in front of everyone. That was not a smart decision, Sideswipe."

He did have to admit that the prank itself was hilarious, but Sideswipe's insistence on claiming it as his own just made his job more difficult in some aspects, easier in others. If he did not do so, he would not be forced to assign the mech punishment details. All he could do was thank Primus that Jazz never felt the need to notify everyone of his superiority so he did not have to punish the mech he had only recently entered a relationship with. If only the hellion sitting before him would learn that discretion, he would have so much less work to do. It was highly unlikely that it would happen, but he could hope.

"Just give it to me, cop bot. I can handle it."

"You would not have to if you would refrain from your bragging. However, as I have no choice, you will be in the brig for an orn barring a Decepticon attack and then will resupply Hoist with all of the paint used in the prank and in their repaints. You know the way down."

Sideswipe laughed as he stood and moved to leave the tactician's office before pausing at the doorway. "But you've gotta admit it was good!"