Muhahahahahah! I'm making a random short story. Hmmm… let's see, what should it be about? Oh, I know!

Generally, when you think of a gamer you think of either a fat, lazy boy, or a fat, lazy man. You don't usually think of a 13 foot* tall, yellow robot, with horns that can turn into a beetle. But Bumblebee had been sitting in front of the Television for several hours now and had absolutely no intention of stopping.

"Come on, come on, I can't lose now." He mumbled to himself.

"Just one more la-HAY!" the exclamation was caused not by the game but by the counsel itself. Or, more specifically, when it was unplugged. "Come on Bee, enough with this game. You need to get back to work, stuff's pilein' up, man. You need to take care of your stuff." Jazz said as he swung the cord of the game player around.

"Come on Jazz, I just need a few more minutes and I'll get back to work, Okay?" Bee pleaded using his Hurt Cyberpuppy eyes.

"Not gunna happen man, you really need to get back to work. I swear, you're like Sunstreaker with your game like he is with his paints." With a shake of his head he grabbed every one's favorite little yellow bot and started to drag him back to work.

"No, NO! My precious, MY PRECIOUS!" Bee cried as he struggled against the larger mec's grip."Don't take me away from her, I NEED HER!"

"Okay man, now that's just weird." Jazz wrapped both arms around the minibot and dragged him to his latest work station.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Yeah, yeah I know. Not my best work, and has a dumb ending. Shut up, I just felt like typing and this little baby poped out. So I hope you enjoyed. ^-^