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And then there was coffee, followed by the blinding realization that the Impalabot? Views the world like a Winchester. So now she's in the back of my head going, "My god, these kids can't lie for shit. How are they ever going to scam their way into a crime scene? Even if you don't want them fighting, lying is a basic survival skill!" and the Autobots are going *facepalm x infinity* at her.
Naturally, now I want to come up with a situation that the Impalabot lies her way out of without even blinking, because that's what Winchesters do. (And yeah, she does think of herself as a Winchester, not an Autobot.) Possibly she lies her way out because she hasn't had a working weapons system since '71. ("It didn't occur to you to mention that?" "I haven't even transformed in forty years, what do you want from me?")
( Less-coherent-than-usual pre-caffeinated mutterings at myself. )
Naturally, now I want to come up with a situation that the Impalabot lies her way out of without even blinking, because that's what Winchesters do. (And yeah, she does think of herself as a Winchester, not an Autobot.) Possibly she lies her way out because she hasn't had a working weapons system since '71. ("It didn't occur to you to mention that?" "I haven't even transformed in forty years, what do you want from me?")
( Less-coherent-than-usual pre-caffeinated mutterings at myself. )
