"It can't be done," Thundercracker insisted, "It's just not possible!"

"Yeah it can!" Skywarp retorted stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Starscream sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Skywarp had insisted that it was possible for one to fit one's entire fist in one's mouth, thumb and all. Thundercracker mimed Skywarp's stance and scoffed, "Yeah, right. I'd pay 200 credits to the first bot who can fit their whole fist in their mouth!"

Skywarm smirked. "I'll take that bet."

Starscream, ignoring his better instincts, also accepted that bet. Sneering, he commented, "It'd take some pretty small hands to accomplish THAT feat!"

Starscream suddenly felt a small claw poking at his leg. He looked down to see who had touched his person in souch a manner. His jaw dropped at what he saw. The other seekers, seeing their leader's reaction, looked down and their jaws hit the floor as well.

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As the seekers walked throught he corridors, every Decepticon to come across them had displayed some sort of reaction to the strange sight. Even Soundwave had done a double-take at the oddity. Needless to say, Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker were greatly relieved when they finally arived at the repair bay. Hook gave them an annoyed glance. "What is it NOW?" he grumbled.

The seekers glanced nervously at one-another. Finally, Skywarp held out his hand. Hook's optics widened nearly to the point in which one might worry that they would pop right out of his face at what the black and violet seeker had shown him. Sitting right in the palm of his hand was a little black femme sparkling with a pair of pointed horns on her head. His blood-red optics darted to her innocent golden ones and back down to the lower half of her face. Her entire left hand, from just before the first knuckle of her thumb and onward, had disappeared into her mouth. It looked like it was stuck fast.

All three of the seekers looked silently at him with the same pleading look. Finally, Starscream of them spoke up. "Don't you DARE tell Megatron!"

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Starscream quietly observed Megatron's neutral expression as he watched the little black femling spar diligently with a practice drone. By some small miracle, none of the others on board the Nemesis had spoken to their leader about the "incident" earlier involving their little bet. He could not have been more relieved when Megatron dismissed him without incident.

As Starscream walked away, he heard Megatron say to the femmling, "Enough, D-Cal. Go report for your energon ration."

Panting ever so slightly, the femmling replied, "Thank you, Lord Megatron! Hey, wanna see what I can do?"

Starscream froze for a second, and then increased his pace, hoping to escape the room before the femmling did what he hoped she wasn't going to do. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough.

Within moments, nearly every 'Con on the Nemesis heard their leader's bellow of "STAAAARSCREEEEAAAM!!!!"