You think of me as just an obstacle for whatever crazy plot you've cooked up… and a wonderful target for pranks.
You think of me as stiff and humorless… with a 'stick up my tailpipe' as you would so eloquently put it.
You have no idea… how jealous I am of you.
On my monitors, I'm always watching. But it's not always Decepticon threats, or potential mischief that catches my optic.
I watch you, relaxing, goofing off… not a care or a worry in the world.
That easy charm of yours… that boisterous laugh. You become the center of attention and revel in it. You make friends so easily. Nearly everyone adores you, even when you drive them up the walls in anger and frustration. No one can seem to stay mad at you forever.
Not even me.
Your commanding presence on the battlefield. The way you can just let all your worries slide off your back, once you're safely home. To not let the horrors and stresses of the war drag you down, or at least, not apparently. Your love of partying and the fun life, dragging others along, boisterously. Your ability to relax… to just let everything go, and to enjoy yourself.
Camaraderie. Friendship. Self-confidence. Charm. You have that, and more, in spades. It is little wonder you are so popular among our fellow Autobots. You can take their anger and their criticisms of you, and let it fall away like water off a duck's back. Nothing seems to faze you. Serious one moment, jovial the next. Strong. Powerful. Popular. Light-hearted.
Free.
You may think of me as a stick-in-the-mud, Sideswipe… Too devoted to my job… that I take things too seriously… that I have no concept of "fun". That certainly is true.
Jealous Red Alert
You think of me as stiff and humorless… with a 'stick up my tailpipe' as you would so eloquently put it.
You have no idea… how jealous I am of you.
On my monitors, I'm always watching. But it's not always Decepticon threats, or potential mischief that catches my optic.
I watch you, relaxing, goofing off… not a care or a worry in the world.
That easy charm of yours… that boisterous laugh. You become the center of attention and revel in it. You make friends so easily. Nearly everyone adores you, even when you drive them up the walls in anger and frustration. No one can seem to stay mad at you forever.
Not even me.
Your commanding presence on the battlefield. The way you can just let all your worries slide off your back, once you're safely home. To not let the horrors and stresses of the war drag you down, or at least, not apparently. Your love of partying and the fun life, dragging others along, boisterously. Your ability to relax… to just let everything go, and to enjoy yourself.
Camaraderie. Friendship. Self-confidence. Charm. You have that, and more, in spades. It is little wonder you are so popular among our fellow Autobots. You can take their anger and their criticisms of you, and let it fall away like water off a duck's back. Nothing seems to faze you. Serious one moment, jovial the next. Strong. Powerful. Popular. Light-hearted.
Free.
You may think of me as a stick-in-the-mud, Sideswipe… Too devoted to my job… that I take things too seriously… that I have no concept of "fun". That certainly is true.
But you'll never know how jealous I am of you.