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A chunk of the rock they were hiding behind exploded from a blast, showering them with debris. As the dirt and grime rained against his frame, Fulcrum lost what little composure he'd been clinging to.
"Ohslagwe'regonnadie," the technician moaned, curling tightly into the tiny shelter, burying his face in his hands. "We'regonnadie we'regonnadie."
"Pffft, you sound so funny when you're panicky," Misfire said cheerfully as he huddled closer. "I don't think you should be this panicky, though. This level of panicky should be reserved for, y'know, if you make that weird whistley noise aroun