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"I'm begging you, my liege!" the con said while he stumbled backwards.
"You came back to join us 'Happy Flower'" Megatron said bugged "with your ridiculous name and an even more absurd painting that turns the decepticons to a cheap farce. I will no longer question your name choice, but that colour has to go."
Ever since Happy Flower came to the 'cons he feard that this would happen. He didn't even mind his finish being scratched or something, but the pattern, the pattern took him forever. He was so long on this planet, disguising him as a hippies bus, that he really became one. His deep, sadistic touch was still there, but also was this... disturbing peace-thinking. Which strangely improved his torturing skills (ok, maybe that was thanks to all the stuff he inhaled... or the hallucinations... or the voices in his head...), however, it became part of him and now he should just get rid off it?
"You can't do this, my lord, please! Have mercy!" he begged again.
"Mercy?!" said Megatron with a thundering voice. "You as a torturer in my order should know that I have no mercy for foolishness!"
"But-"
"I will give you two choices, Flower. One, you get a decent painting or two, you will leave this vessel. And by leave I mean you will be put offline. Permanently."
The hippie flinched and tripped and fell to the ground. "M-my lord! I can't leave your side, you know that! The autobots won't spare me after all I've done! A-and I know to much, you can't make me leave, my liege, I beg you!"
"That's what I meant with offline and permanently," Megatron said and made those words painfully long. "Do you understand?"
Flower wanted to reply something, but his mind went blank. Begging his master was pointless. He had no other choice...

"Y-yes, my liege..."

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"I'm begging you, my liege!" the con said while he stumbled backwards.
"You came back to join us 'Happy Flower'" Megatron said bugged "with your ridiculous name and an even more absurd painting that turns the decepticons to a cheap farce. I will no longer question your name choice, but that colour has to go."
Ever since Happy Flower came to the 'cons he feard that this would happen. He didn't even mind his finish being scratched or something, but the pattern, the pattern took him forever. He was so long on this planet, disguising him as a hippies bus, that he really became one. His deep, sadistic touch was still there, but also was this... disturbing peace-thinking. Which strangely improved his torturing skills (ok, maybe that was thanks to all the stuff he inhaled... or the hallucinations... or the voices in his head...), however, it became part of him and now he should just get rid off it?
"You can't do this, my lord, please! Have mercy!" he begged again.
"Mercy?!" said Megatron with a thundering voice. "You as a torturer in my order should know that I have no mercy for foolishness!"
"But-"
"I will give you two choices, Flower. One, you get a decent painting or two, you will leave this vessel. And by leave I mean you will be put offline. Permanently."
The hippie flinched and tripped and fell to the ground. "M-my lord! I can't leave your side, you know that! The autobots won't spare me after all I've done! A-and I know to much, you can't make me leave, my liege, I beg you!"
"That's what I meant with offline and permanently," Megatron said and made those words painfully long. "Do you understand?"
Flower wanted to reply something, but his mind went blank. Begging his master was pointless. He had no other choice...

"Y-yes, my liege..."