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Snapflux paced back and forth in the admittedly tiny quarters he shared with Blitzwing. The other triple-changer ignored him; he sat on his berth with an artist's drafting pad covering his lap.
"How do you handle it?" Snapflux threw himself down on his berth. "How do you handle doing absolutely nothing while we wait for orders?"
"Read."
"... Uh?"
"Cybertron's got sixteen different alphabets for communicating with organic life. Download 'em and get a drafter's pad loaded with data-translator programs. You can read news and status updates for hours." Blitzwing didn't look up from his pad.
"Oh."
"And if you get done with that, there's editorials."
"Oh."
"There's a whole lot of information out there that takes time to process."
Snapflux nodded. "I... guess that makes sense."
"Yeah. Now quit your bitching. Ninety percent of soldiering is waiting."
End