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He wonders what powers he will obtain from the cyber planet key, but first, he must figure out how to harness its power

[your-local-tyrant]

Perhaps he should unleash tidal wave apoun the masses and watch as the small fleshlings run around helplessly as their cities are leveled

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Um...sir...? Lord...? May I propose an idea to you...?

You know...there might be some debris stuck in your migraine scar and that might be causing that insufferable pain you're probably in right now...

And...my hands are small and I thought...that if you just...lie down and let me si k my hands into that scar...I might clean it and the pain will not be as bad as it's now...

Just thinking...

The possibility of that was fairly high, the scar has probably not been taken care of since it was last seen by a medic. Not to say that the tyrant doesn't maintain his scars on occasion, but it's not something he normally thinks about doing. He hated to admit it, but maybe this organic was right. He has been getting worse migraines recently and perhaps something could be irritating the scar.

The tyrant was already halfway into a laying position, sitting on his berth and slouching back against the wall of his 'quarters'. He didn't really like anyone being close to this specific scar since it was the most vulnerable part of his body, but organics were small and harmless enough, so with a groan, he would lean forward and lay on his belly so the other could take a look at the scar.

Inside, there would be debris that had collected inside the large crevasse of a scar since he had been on earth. After all, it was a very dirty planet. However, dirt wasn't the only thing that could be found inside. There was also a fairly good sized rock stuck in there as well. The scar was not wide but it was very deep, so deep in fact that it was only an inch away from his processor. The rock in question was wedged deep within the scar and likely got put there during a battle.

The rock would be difficult to remove, but with patience it could be done. Perhaps if he was feeling generous, the tyrant would even let you keep the rock as a souvenir!

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The tyrant keeps tapping an old tablet/data pad trying to get it to work. He found it in the trash when he was younger and has kept it all this time. It is sentimentally valuable to him because it holds his life history.

Inside the data pad are countless pages full of short stories that give a timeline of his life through how he got his scars. The individual entries include the name of the bot who gave them, the date, location of the scar and a short summary of the battle. Almost all the scars on his body are catalogued. However, there are some scars that don't have entries for they are not visible and they are simply too personal to share-

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He's going to lay down for a bit, he's been struck by another migrane

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Heavily sighs

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"I said..."

The henchmech clears their vocalizer, trying to make sure they're pronouncing it right.

"Ahem, the humans are drawing you pre-ga-nant. P-r-e-g-a-n-t."

They say out loud, thinking they've pronounced it right. They look proud of themselves, learning the Earth language wasn't easy for them.

"Wait no, there's another 'n' between the 'g' and the 'a'."

They mutter, grimly, as if they've failed a life or death situation trying to explain this to their boss.

"Uh... forget that! You get what I mean—"

The tyrant would audibly snarl at the attitude being shown to him. He knew what they meant the first time, he was just caught off guard by it was all. He just needed a minute to recover

"Yes, I'm aware. It was rhetorical"

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"the people are drawing you preganante, my lord! wait no, preg- pregnent... no wait, pregnant!"

they struggle to pronounce the earth word properly.

The tyrant had to go back and do a double take when he glanced over at the monitor to make sure he had read that correctly. He stayed silent for a solid minute, staring. He wasn't sure how to respond to that until a very confused and distressed "There doing w h a t-" came from him

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An explosion is heard in the distance followed by a very angry scream

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The tyrant finds some peace in the rain as the drops fall on the armor of his tank mode

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Progress on the solar scalpel is going very well

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He can't wait to chase more minicons, it really gets the energon flowing!

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The tyrant has overslept, but he feels better

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He's slept in his throne for so long that he forgot what it felt like to actually lay down on a berth-

When he layed down his back sounded like a rice crispies treat

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Woah! Check out those fangs- Now that's kinda hot.

He would chuckle at the remark, finding it rather amusing. He was almost flattered even. It seemed that he liked having his fangs complimented on. After all they were one of his many deadly assets, especially to organics.

"Well, if you're that invested in them, then why don't you let me take a bite? I'll try to be gentle, but no promises~"

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"What does 'pregnant' mean?"

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The tyrants smile: