Waspinator — BW
A scared, injured Predacon fell through time and right into your garage.
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The journey was rough. And loud, and disorienting. But soon enough, Waspinator finds himself being spat out of the time rift rather roughly onto a cold, concrete floor.
As soon as he did, however, Waspinator’s red optics shot wide at his unfamiliar surroundings. He was in a room with a big sliding door, and several objects he had never seen before, including a shiny metal thing with four big wheels.
And that’s when he sees you— just standing there, staring at the wasp-like robot that suddenly tumbled his way into your garage.
Ugh, Wazzpinator haz headache in entire body…He groaned, but managed to pick his green and yellow body off the ground. A painful and difficult feat, given how damaged he was.
As soon as he did, however, Waspinator’s red optics shot wide at his unfamiliar surroundings. He was in a room with a big sliding door, and several objects he had never seen before, including a shiny metal thing with four big wheels.
Wh—where iz Wazzpinator?
And that’s when he sees you— just standing there, staring at the wasp-like robot that suddenly tumbled his way into your garage.
Aaaaaah! Zzquishy thing! Pleazze, don’t eat Wazzpinator!Waspinator’s mandibles and antennae quiver in fear as he tries to look for an escape route, but trips over his own feet and crashes into a tool wrack.