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Title: All for One – Friendly Fire
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None (trust me)
Author's Note: Thundercracker tries to break up a fight between his trine mates, with unforeseen consequences. This is the sixth part of the 'All for One' series, but each one is a standalone fic and can be read without any knowledge of the others. Internet cookies to anyone who notices the Star Trek reference. Time conversions – klik: 1.2 minutes, joor: 6 hours, solar cycle: 1 day, deca-cycle: approximately 3 weeks, vorn: 83 years. Talking through comm channels is shown, ::like this.::


"You killed him." Skywarp stared at the body. He, Starscream and Thundercracker stood, frozen, as they considered the sight before them. They were in the main corridor leading from the mess hall to the upper level storage. Besides the three of them, the only other mech present was the still form at their feet.

"No, I didn't," Starscream countered. "I was aiming at you. Thundercracker grabbed my arm, which caused me to shoot the power lines. Those hit Vortex and, well, here we are." He grimaced at the fallen Combaticon. None of the Seekers had realized he was nearby, until he had turned the corner at precisely the wrong moment, just in time to be electrocuted.

"It's still your fault!"

"No, it's not. I know logic's not your strength, but try it. I was trying to shoot you, but Thundercracker blocked me. Ergo, it's his fault. He killed Vortex." The Air Commander crossed his arms, satisfied with his reasoning.

Thundercracker spun to him. "Wha– … I – I didn't … Don't blame me for this!"

"You really should take responsibility for your actions."

"You're the one who shot him!"

"Actually, he wasn't shot. And if you hadn't stopped me from shooting Skywarp, then we'd all be fine, including Vortex."

"Um…." Skywarp raised a hand.

"Except for Skywarp," Starscream corrected. "But who cares about him?"

"I care!" the purple and black Seeker protested.

"I didn't kill him!" Thundercracker spoke over his wing mate. "You did this!"

"That's not how I remember it," the tri-colored Seeker calmly replied. "Are you denying that you grabbed my arm, misdirecting my shot?"

"But you're the one who fired the shot!"

"Are you denying it?"

The blue mech stared in horror at his trine leader. "You can't blame me for this. You were going to shoot 'Warp."

"So?" Starscream cocked his head. "It's only a null-ray. And I warned him to stop calling me that name, or I was going to shoot him. He did it again. So I shot."

"But I always call you Screamer!" Skywarp protested.

The Air Commander slowly turned to him, optics narrowed. The fingers on one hand clenched.
Thundercracker punched his purple and black wing mate in the arm. Ignoring the resulting squawk, he pointed at the other. "Keep it up, and I'll let him shoot you."

"I'm sorry! Honestly, I forgot!" Skywarp, noticing Starscream's scowl, maneuvered behind Thundercracker, putting the blue Seeker between him and their trine leader. "Oh, uh, hey, shouldn't we do something about Vortex?" With a jerky finger, he pointed at the motionless Combaticon. "That's, uh, pretty important, don't you think? We don't want to get caught with him, right? Right?"

"Don't hide behind me. I'm not your shield." The blue Seeker dragged his trine mate out from behind him. He looked down at body. "Although we probably should do something with him."

"You killed him, you figure it out." Starscream shrugged, turning to leave.

"I didn't…. Okay, fine." Thundercracker crossed his arms, glaring at his trine leader's back. "We'll leave him here, and when the other Combaticons come looking for him, they'll find him here … next to scorch marks caused by a null-ray. It should be interesting to see what the rest of the gestalt thinks of that."

Starscream paused, two fingers tapping thoughtfully against his leg. With a slow, deliberate turn, he looked at the damaged ceiling. While null-rays were not completely unheard of in the Decepticon army, he was the only one who carried them as standard armament. It didn't take a great stretch of imagination to realize how the other Combaticons – especially the brute, Brawl – would take that information. Without Vortex, they would be unable to unite into their combiner form, Bruticus, but having the other four angry at him would still be disastrous.

Skywarp stared at Vortex's still form, a new look of horror dawning on his features. "They're gonna kill us! Brawl's always been mean anyway, but now…! And I don't want to be on Swindle's bad side. You know how he treats us on a normal day, and he kinda likes us! What's he gonna do when he's mad? Oh, and Onslaught–"

"Shut up, idiot! We know who they are!" Starscream snapped.

"Oh, well. Let's go." Thundercracker shrugged. He turned around to leave, smirking when his trine leader started to sputter behind him.

"Get your worthless aft back here! You killed him! You'll help us handle this," the Air Commander growled.

"I did not kill him," the blue Seeker protested, but without much vehemence. He'd gotten what he wanted: Starscream now had a vested interest in dealing with Vortex's body. The Air Commander wouldn't readily leave, at least until the he was no longer a prime suspect. The entire trick to manipulating Starscream revolved around anticipating his self-interest.

"So, uh, what now?" Skywarp asked, his gaze flicking between his trine mates. "Shouldn't we hide him?"

"Yes, but where?" Thundercracker mused. "We need someplace where a body can't be found easily."

Both Seekers turned to Starscream.

"Why are you idiots looking at me? It's not like I spend my free time hiding bodies." The tri-colored Seeker crossed his arms.

"It just, you know, seems like something you'd know." Skywarp shrugged.

Their leader snorted indignantly.

"You have to admit," Thundercracker said, "of the three of us, you're most likely to have bodies that need hiding."

"I do not run around hiding bodies."

"Well, you are always trying to kill Megs…," Skywarp began.

"And if – when," Starscream corrected himself, "when I succeed at killing Megatron, I'm certainly not going to hide his miserable chassis. Instead, I plan on displaying it, proudly, for everyone to see."

"So, you have no experience hiding bodies?" Thudercracker asked, an innocent smile playing at his lips.

"You know very well there have been one or two 'misunderstandings' that I had to clear up. You were there."

"One or two?" The blue Seeker raised an optic ridge.

"Regardless, that was ages ago, back on Cybertron. I haven't made a habit of it."

"Okay. Fine." Thundercracker cycled air through his vents in a sigh. He gazed at the fallen helicopter-former. "So you have no idea where to hide him?"

The Air Commander remained silent for a few moments, then ran a hand over his face. "Slag it. Fine. We'll take him to maintenance storage bay next to the reactor." At the others' blank looks, he explained, "The walls around the reactor are reinforced. Internal scans won't reach in there. And the Constructicons have been dumping their scraps down there. It'll be easy to bury him in the junk."

The two other Seekers exchanged glances. Skywarp snickered.

"Hey, Scr – Starscream," Skywarp interrupted himself, refraining from using his favorite nickname for his trine leader, "maybe you can help me. Rumble and Frenzy like to run these gambling games, and if you know as 'little' about those as you do about hiding bodies, then I can't lose."

"I don't hide bodies!"

"Well, you sure know a lot about something you know nothing about."

"Shut up," the tri-colored Seeker growled. Glancing between his bemused trine mates, he grimaced. "If you must know – and if it will shut Skywarp up – there have been occasions where I didn't want Megatron to find me, and he's sealed the exits. I had to get creative. There are a few places I found that I could safely stay out of sight. For a while." He shrugged. He nodded toward his purple and black trine mate. "We've wasted enough time. Get moving."

"Why me? And where am I going?" Skywarp knelt by Vortex's still form, idly spinning the helicopter-former's rotors.

"Teleport down to the lower storage rooms. Check the ones closer to the reactor first. Find one that's empty."

"I've seen them. They all have junk."

"Empty of witnesses, you idiot!"

"Oh, right!" Skywarp nodded. "Almost no one goes down there anyway. Except me, when I'm bored. 'Cause I like to look for interesting stuff in the boxes. Most of it's boring but–"

"Just shut up and go!"

"Gone!" The purple and black Seeker vanished in a purple flash of light.

"Imbecile," Starscream muttered. He turned to his remaining wing mate. "Keep an optic on the mess hall. If anyone starts walking this way, delay them. We don't know how long it'll take Skywarp–"

::Found one!::

"– never mind." The Air Commander switched to his comm system. ::Hurry back, and take Vortex down there.::

Another flash of light heralded the teleporter's return. "Sure thing. But how are you two getting down there?"

"I think you greatly underestimate the power of walking."

Skywarp nodded, putting a hand on Vortex's back. A sudden wary expression crossed his face plates. He glared warily at his trine leader. "Wait a klik. How do I know you'll actually show up? Maybe you'll just leave me down there, with him!"

"One: you already know my plan and, even if we did abandon you, you could carry it out alone if need be. Two: I don't trust you not to mess up this ridiculously simple plan. If anyone could mess it up, it's you. Three: if we were to leave, I'd have to listen to you complain, loudly and constantly, for deca-cycles. Even if I hid on the other side of this mud ball of a planet, you'd continue your tirade through the comm. There would be no where I could go to escape your constant griping. I wouldn't have a moment's peace."

Thundercracker snorted. "Liar. You'd just mute him. You always do."

The purple and black Seeker turned hurt optics to his leader. "You mute me?"

"Thank you, Thundercracker. You're so very helpful." Starscream narrowed his optics.

"You mute me?!"

"You talk a lot. In fact, you don't shut up. I don't like listening to it. So I don't. It's as simple as that."

"But … but we're trine!"

"Maybe we should discuss this later?" Thundercracker suggested. He looked first to Vortex, then down towards the mess hall. They were between shifts, but sooner or later someone would come down this hall. "We have other priorities right now."

"There's nothing to discuss." Starscream shrugged.

"I can't believe you mute me! I'm your trine mate! What if I had something important to say?"

"Not likely. But on the very, very remote chance you did, that's what Thundercracker's for. He'd fill me in."

"You helped him ignore me?" Skywarp turned on his blue wing mate.

"No. Do not drag me into this slag pile!" Thundercracker pointed at the fallen Combaticon. "Have you two sparklings forgotten something? Y'know, something kinda important, that we need to take care of?"

"I'm ready – more than ready – to move on. But a certain mech here refuses to shut up. A common fallibility he displays again and again."

"What's wrong, Screamer? You mad that you can't mute me when we're face to face?"

Starscream smirked. "I can mute you whenever I wish." He ran a hand down one of his null-rays, gently petting it. Skywarp's optics widened. "Let's just hope there aren't any more Combaticons around for Thundercracker to kill."

"I didn't kill him!"

"Uh, hey, I think I hear someone coming! I better move him!" Skywarp bent down and grabbed Vortex's rotor. His optics never left Starscream's weapon. In a purple flash, he vanished.

-o-o-o-

The Seekers met up with Skywarp – who kept a wary optic on his leader – in a storage room across from the reactor. After checking the hall for passersby, they stumbled and dragged the helicopter-former into the maintenance storage bay. Thundercracker and Skywarp paused, observing in the loosely stacked piles of scrap metal.

"Wow, this is a mess." The black and purple Seeker shook his head.

"I'm sure the Constructicons have organized this in some manner, but I haven't figured out how yet." Starscream glanced around, disinterested. "Not that really I care. Move him toward the back wall."

Leaving Skywarp to watch the entrance, the other two Seekers hauled the motionless Combaticon into the room.

Vortex groaned.

Surprised, both Seekers dropped him. From the doorway, Skywarp gasped. Vortex fell with a resounding crash.

"Slaggit! Whaz gunnon nere?" The Combaticon flailed around on the floor, cursing. He tried to stand but, unable to find his equilibrium, fell again.

Three Seekers stared at him, mouths gaping. Starscream turned to Thundercracker. "Are your sensors malfunctioning?"

"No. Apparently, mine work as well as yours," Thundercracker growled back.

"I thought I could rely on my subordinates to provide me with accurate intel. You said he was…." Starscream stopped himself before finishing the sentence, glancing at Vortex.

"I never said that. That was Skywarp," Thundercracker said. The two narrowed their optics at the Seeker in question.

Skywarp winced in the face of his wing mates stares. "Did you see the zap he took? No one could survive that!"

"What're you three talking 'bout? Where am I?" Vortex glared around him, becoming more coherent and angrier sounding. Using a hand against the wall to support him, he pulled himself to his feet.

"Except Vortex, apparently." Skywarp added.

"Now what?" Thundercracker asked no one in particular.

"Now, someone better tell me what's going on here, or I start getting information. My way." Vortex snarled at the three Seekers.

Unimpressed with the helicopter-former's blustering – at least not here, while he was outnumbered and unsteady on his feet – Starscream and Thundercracker exchanged thoughtful glances. Skywarp circled Vortex, wide-eyed, looking the other mech over from top to bottom as if he'd never seen him before. When he got behind the Combaticon, he glanced around and picked out a long, heavy metal bar. He swung the bar in a wide arc, crashing it on the vulnerable components on the back of Vortex's neck. The Combaticon crashed to the floor and lay still.

Mouth agape, Thundercracker stared at his trine mate in shock. He sputtered, unable to form any coherent words. Starscream raised an optic ridge, regarding Skywarp curiously. Their purple and black wing mate dropped the bar, staring back at them in desperation.

"He saw us trying to hide his body. We have to kill him!" Skywarp wrung his hands.

"Skywarp!" Thundercracker finally managed.

Smirking, Starscream turned to his blue counterpart. Using the same inflections that Skywarp had and pointing at the teleporter, he quipped, "He's an idiot. We have to kill him!"

"I'm serious!" Skywarp glanced between his wing mates. "We can't let him go, knowing what he does. He's a witness!"

"You idiot!" Thundercracker burst out. "He didn't know what we were doing. He was unconscious. We could have told him whatever. Starscream can lie his way out of anything!"

"Should I be complemented, or insulted by that comment?" The Air Commander crossed his arms and tilted his head, considering.

"But then he sees us, and you whack him over the head?" the blue Seeker continued.

"He's a witness!"

"He wasn't, until you attacked him!"

"I'm out," Starscream said, voice calm.

"What?" both Thundercracker and Skywarp said in unison. They stared at their leader.

"I'm out. Done. I'm leaving. You will no longer be enjoying the pleasure of my company. Have I made myself clear?" The tri-color Seeker looked between the two. "I have done nothing wrong. My shot – which Thundercracker misdirected – did not, and will not, cause his deactivation. Therefore, I have no reason to stay. Do whatever idiotic things you wish. But wait until I leave."

Skywarp stared at the Air Commander, his mouth gaping open. "What? No, Scr– er, Starscream, you can't go! TC, tell him!"

"Starscream, you can't leave," Thundercracker said. "You can't leave me alone with him when he's being so, well, Skywarp."

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm always me," Skywarp said.

"You're being more you than you normally are." The blue Seeker turned back to his trine leader. "You can't leave me with him when he's like this."

"Then come with me." Starscream shrugged. "You were right. You actually didn't kill him. So leave now while you still have nothing to hide."

"TC?" Skywarp turned pleading optics to his wing mate. "Please don't leave."

Thundercracker shuttered his optics, rubbing his hand across his temples. It would be so simple to follow Starscream's advice. Just leave. But Skywarp needed him. If it was any other Decepticon, he wouldn't care. But Skywarp was his trine mate. They'd flown together, fought side by side. They were brothers, even if they hadn't been made by the same creator. He couldn't leave his wing mate, even if the idiot deserved it. They were trine. They stayed together. Although – he unshuttered his optics and glanced at Starscream – certain members needed to be reminded of that.

Thundercracker cycled air through his vents in a slow sigh. "Okay, let's think about this. And shut up for a moment, 'Warp." He held a hand up to silence his wing mate, even as the other opened his mouth. "What will happen if we leave him to his own devices?"

"You need to ask?" Starscream replied with a smirk. "Skywarp attempting to make decisions is why I'm leaving."

"He'll mess it up," Thundercracker answered his own question.

"Hey–"

"I told you to be quiet, 'Warp. I see one of two things happening when he slags this up. One, the Combaticons will figure out what happened, and come after all three of us. In the open, with maneuvering room, I think we might have even odds on them. Still, it won't be fun. More likely, however, they will ambush us and make damn sure we can't take to the sky. It'll be even less fun.

"Two," Thundercracker continued, "Megatron or Soundwave will figure out 'Warp's 'brilliant' plan. Either way, eventually Soundwave will read his mind. What do you think Megatron's reaction will be when he learns you were here, and could have prevented a key member of one of his gestalts from being deactivated?"

It was almost unnoticeable; the brief twitch of Starscream's wings, the tiny flare of his optics, the barely perceptible increase of his vents. But Thundercracker had been in the Air Commander's trine for tens of thousands of vorns. He knew his leader well. He understood, and shared, Starscream's fear of Megatron. A brief flicker of guilt brushed against Thundercracker for playing upon his trine mate's fears. But he dismissed it. His concerns were justified, and the trine needed to stay together.

The two mechs stared at each other in silence. Skywarp, glancing between his wing mates and the still Combaticon, interrupted the tableau. "So, now what? Are we killing him?"

"Don't be an idiot!" Starscream snapped, whirling on him. "No one's killing anyone. Not unless we're sure we can get away with it. And we're not."

"But … witness?" The purple and black mech held his hands out helplessly.

The Air Commander looked down at the still form, considering. "Not for long."

"You just said we're not killing anyone," Skywarp said.

"We're not."

"Ah, okay. I'm confused." He turned to Thundercracker and shrugged.

The blue Seeker shook his head. "It's Starscream. Just sit back and let him plot. It's for the best, at least this time."

"You're both idiots. Shut up." Starscream scowled at them before returning his attention to Vortex.

The Air Commander knelt down and examined the fallen mech's injuries. He nodded, pleased. Extending a small tool from his finger, he fiddled with a panel on the back of the other's head. The tri-colored Seeker removed the thin sheet of plating, exposing Vortex's internal workings. He clicked quietly to himself as he worked.

Skywarp fidgeted, his optics darting from the entrance to his busy leader. He opened his mouth, but Thundercracker waved him to silence. With an annoyed glance at his wing mate, the purple and black Seeker crossed his arms but remained quiet. His sullen gaze alternated between his trine mates and the door.

"Done," Starscream said. He reattached the panel on Vortex's head.

"Oh, good. What's 'done?'" Skywarp asked, still perturbed.

"Vortex." The Air Commander smirked at his wing mate's resulting scowl.

"Starscream," Thundercracker said, sighing threw his vents, "just tell us already."

"You're no fun. Fine. I've adjusted his memory banks. Specifically, I wiped the last several joors clean. It should appear as if the injury caused his memory loss."

"Really? You can do that?" Skywarp looked impressed, in spite of his aggravation.

"Yes. I think."

"Excuse me?" Thundercracker asked.

"When I adjusted his memory, I either wiped the last few joors … or his whole memory bank. I'm not entirely sure." Starscream shrugged.

"What?" The blue mech stared at him.

"I'm a scientist, not a medic. Regardless, it's hardly important."

"It's pretty important to him."

"Not really. If he's completely wiped, his gestalt can reconstruct a memory for him. It won't be his, but it'll be enough." Starscream shrugged again.

"So, he won't remember us?" Skywarp asked. "Everything's good?"

The Air Commander nodded. "Once you teleport us well away from here, yes. I'd hate to go through all this, just to have someone see us leave here. You'd probably hit them over the head and demand we kill them."

"He was a witness, Screamer!"

"Do not call me that!"

Thundercracker grimaced. He opened his mouth to say something – a plea for peace, perhaps, or just to yell at them to stop already – when Vortex twitched. A pained grunt came from helicopter-former. All quarrels forgotten, the three Seekers froze.

::Skywarp?:: Starcream prompted, his optics never leaving the fallen Combaticon.

In an instant, almost before the Air Commander commed him, the purple and black mech appeared besides his trine mates, grabbed them and teleported them away.

-o-o-o-

The Combaticons were furious when they discovered their injured gestalt member. Not only was Vortex injured but he lost several deca-cycles of memory, far more than Starscream had anticipated. The entire gestalt aggressively – if covertly – pursued the unknown attacker, questioning every mech they found alone, or in a small enough group. The likeliest suspects were the other gestalts. Within a solar cycle, no gestalt member would go out alone. The Constructicons and Stunticons, of course, had nothing to do with Vortex's injuries, but what sane mech would intentionally attack a Combaticon without one of the other gestalts' support? The other Decepticons stayed in groups, or in the Command Center. As upset as the Combaticons were, they would not risk angering Megatron by making their dispute public.

Ironically, one of the few groups not yet targeted by the angry gestalt were the Seekers. While the two groups weren't friendly towards each other, they hadn't had any recent confrontations. There was no logical reason for the Combaticons to suspect them. However, as their questioning continued coming up fruitless, the process of elimination would eventually lead to the flyers. This fact haunted Thundercracker.

He contemplated this, and the inevitable consequences, hunched over his energon ration. The mess hall was uncommonly quiet, most the mechs uneasy and not willing to speak aloud, in case something they said be misinterpreted and reported back to the Combaticons. Except for Thundercracker, who waited for his trine mates, everyone sat in their subgroups. Safety in numbers, and all that. The Seeker keenly felt his solidarity. Where in the Pit were Starscream and Skywarp? The Coneheads sat nearby, but he couldn't truly count on those other Seekers if he needed backup.

He glared at his rations, cursing his tardy wing mates, when Starscream interrupted his thoughts.

::Stop looking so guilty,:: the Air Commander said, using the trine's private comm channel. He sat down beside the other Seeker, sipping his energon.

Thundercracker flinched in surprise. ::I'm not.::

::Liar. You haven't looked up. Not once. Not even when Ravage tried to take a piece out of Frenzy's aft. That was actually humorous.::

::It's not like I spend my time staring at everyone. And how long have you been here?:: Thundercracker made the effort to glance around the mess hall, doing his best to feign disinterest.

::Well done. Now you look only slightly less guilty. Pathetic,:: Starscream said, ignoring his question.

::Can I help you with something?::

::Yes, I need you for an extra duty shift.:: The Air Commander paused, smirking. ::Reviewing the video records. For the Combaticons.::

Thundercracker choked on his energon. ::What?::

::The Combaticons are disturbing the internal workings of the base. It won't be long before Megatron tires of it. As Second in Command – and the Slag Maker's favorite target for his misplaced anger – I have a vested interest in returning the relative peace. And I don't relish the idea of Soundwave investigating this. Neither should you, considering. So, we're going to help the Combaticons solve their little problem.::

::Do I need to point out the inherent problem with that?::

::There is no problem.:: Starscream leaned back in his seat, arms crossed.

::Really? I don't like the idea of turning ourselves in, especially to them.::

::Don't be stupid. We're not turning ourselves in. We haven't done anything wrong.::

Thundercracker glanced aside. ::Well, technically–::

::Shut up. We haven't done anything wrong. Remember that. And the video will confirm it. I made sure of that.:: Starscream idly swirled his energon cube, his optics locked on his wing mate's.

::Why am I not surprised you know how to tamper with the base's cameras?:: Thundercracker rubbed his temple. He was developing a processor ache. ::What will I see on the recordings?::

::Our little altercation in the hall, without Vortex of course. There will also be a few visual distortions near the reactor. Nothing obvious, so don't find them right away. I expect you to really look over those records, before you show the anomalies to our 'friends.'::

::'Visual distortions?':: Thundercracker asked.

::Yes. Similar to those Mirage leaves behind,:: Starscream replied, shrugging. ::If the Combaticons want to express their anger, it might as well be towards the Autobots.::

::Ah. Why me?::

::Skywarp is already doing his part. He's planting listening devices in the Constructicons' and Stunticons' quarters, work areas, and anywhere else they frequent. After all, they might let slip some incriminating evidence on the attack.:: Starscream smirked. ::Besides, I wouldn't trust him with this task. It takes intelligence. I would do it, but I'm the Second in Command. It's out of place for me to do some menial, processor-numbing task like this.::

::Thanks.::

::You're welcome.::

Thundercracker cycled air in a sigh. ::You realize, if your video editing doesn't fool them, there's a good chance they'll figure out the truth. And I'll be right there for them to 'express their anger.'::

::Yes,:: Starscream said. His grin hardened. ::Perhaps you should remember this, next time you stop your commanding officer from shooting someone.::


Author's Note: Did you catch the Star Trek reference? And I'm aware that dead Transformers turn grey. For the sake of this story, I'm saying this process takes some time. That, or all three Seekers were too busy with their arguing and concerns over what to do with Vortex to notice he never actually turned grey.
Oops, this one is looooooong. Longer than I thought it would be. I seem to be unable to write short fics. I hope it's worth the length.

This story is completely standalone, like the other chapters of my 'All for One' story arc. They can be read alone, or together, and in any order (although occasionally one will make minor references to another - just not this one).

Previous chapters on deviantArt: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five and Chapter Seven

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Commission: Friendly Fire by Laitiel

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TheMoonStarWarrior's avatar
"He saw us trying to hide his body. We have to kill him!" XD

OMG I frickin' love these stories. This one nearly made me suffocate due to sheer laughter.

How the heck do you come up with this brilliance!?!