Line: So this is peanut butter.
Exercise: One hour.
Are you laughing at me? Because so help me, if you are
I am not laughing at you, Laserbeak spoke over the private radio line that all of Soundwaves cassettes shared, trying its best to maintain a façade of cool indifference as it perched on a tree limb over the little tableau below it.
The twins, on the other hand, had absolutely no problem and were leaning on one another, wheezing with laughter. Awww, poor lil kitty-cat!, Frenzy cooed, and both he and his brother went off into another fit.
Ravage, jaws working furiously despite every effort to keep them still, glared murderously at them. He ducked his head once again and frantically tried to paw at the inside of his muzzle, but the fraggingly pervasive substance might as well have had sentience, the way it refused to come off. He paced frantically, chewing and chewing and chewing and chewing, growling and snarling.