Practice makes
perfect.
Tanya Dean.
"THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, STARSCREAM!!! THE LAST TIME YOU EVER DEFY ME!!!!"
Horrified, Starscream stood in his quarters, looking absolutely petrified. "B-but ... M ...Megatron ... I ... I ... N ...no... you ... .. you don’t understand ... you can’t do this to me.... Please ... don’t shoot .... I’m too valuable to our cause ... please, Megatron...."
"VALUABLE, HAH!"
"NO!! .... Please .... don’t, Megatron!" Starscream fell to his knees. "You can’t kill me ...."
"And why not?"
"I don’t want to die ... please .... ohh ... god ... you ... you can’t .... "
"PREPARE FOR TERMINATION!..."
"NOOOOOHHH!!! PLEASE .... I won’t do it again... I ... I promise ...."
"I’ve heard that before and IT CHANGES NOTHING!"
"B ... but I really meant it this time ... I ... I really do..."
"Pathetic ... See you in Silicon Hades, Starscream ..."
Starscream shut his eyes. "NOOOH!!! .... Ohh ... please d...on’t destroy me, Megatron .... please...." he wailed. The red and blue jet’s terrified red eyes brimmed with tears, which streaked down his face, his voice broken and trembling by his whimpering. "Mega..tro..on ... noo...ohh ... ple... eease..."
Starscream then smiled to himself, dried his eyes, stood alone in his quarters, clapped and clasped his hands together. "Ooh, that sounds soooooo good! I ‘ll use that next time I’m in big trouble."
And he laughed to himself.