Ratchet used to hate Saturdays.
Humans, for reasons that the seasoned medic could not fathom, lumped seven of their solar cycles into a unit of time called a "week," the first five cycles of which were mostly devoted to education, work or a combination of the two. The last two cycles of the week, colloquially known as Saturday and Sunday, seemed to function as a sort exaggerated holiday, whereby the humans would, on the whole, abstain from work or school and recreate in various ways.
Jack, Miko, and Rafael--the human children who had, inadvertently, stumbled into the middle of their millennia-old, civil war with the Decepticons--were no different from other humans, except that their recreational activities spanned the gauntlet from
"Maybe I shouldn't ask " Ratchet muttered after a moment of startled silence.
"It's a game called 'Truth or Dare.'" Rafael explained, gesturing toward a large, square scrap of metal that had been fitted with a straight length of hose. "It's fun. You should play a few rounds with us." He smiled; his expressive eyes--made seemingly larger, magnified as they were by his large, red-rimmed glasses--beamed hopefully up at the old medic.
Though Ratchet respected Rafael more than he did the other humans--the young boy was remarkably adept with human computer technology--the medic's pride reached his voice box a step ahead of his common sense. "Preposterous!" He exclaimed with a dismissive wave of his hand. "