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Hmmmm.

[ He revs his engine as he impatiently waits for a red light to turn green. The lights in Nevada seem to take an eternity to change! ]

Hmmm? Is that a challenge? [ So much for being on patrol looking for Decepticons, Smokescreen is going to do something far more interesting. ] If you think you're the hottest thing in Jasper, I got another thing coming for you, pal!

[And KITT, meanwhile, is very calm, not bothering to show off. There's something different about this car, that much is certain. What isn't certain is whether or not he's still faster than KITT is]

Not at all. But you do seem awfully confident about that claim of yours.

[ Smokescreen is not without his human avatar that has his head facing the other car's window. He's going to savor the little bit of freedom he's got, and he's not going to risk the ire of command. And of course, this car does standout in such a tiny town where things don't match up with the flashy car. ]

I'm more than confident in knowing that I'll beat you hands down in a race. And that I know that I can best anything here on the streets of Jasper. [ That much is true. ] Or anywhere in the United States. And maybe if I'm feeling up to it, I might be the Drift King somewhere on the streets of Tokyo.

Is that so?

[Unless his avatar is very, very good, KITT will more than likely be able to tell it's fake. It's not like he's going to tell anyone, even so]

All right. You very well may, I don't know. You're certainly impressive enough, and I know nothing about your top speed, so it's a distinct possibility. May I ask about the specs?

[ His hologram is solid and there's no telling that the kid in the driver's seat is a hologram or not. Autobot Holomatter technology has done a fine job keeping the Autobots out of the hair of most humans up until recently. And when he's asked the question about what is inside of him, Smokescreen's avatar leans back into his seat with a smug look on his face. He's not about to spill the beans about the alien technology that resides under his hood. ]

Now do you think that fossil from the 1980's has anything against this carbon fiber beauty with a M838T 3.8 liter twin-turbo V8 that'll smash anything?

[ That light still is red or there is an old lady who's about the same age as a turtle walking across the street, either way it gives Smokescreen a chance to continue rattle on about what makes his human car tick. ]

And my top speed is top secret! So are you gonna race, or are you just going to sit here collecting dust?

Ayup!

What's your top speed?

It's top secret.

Mhm. [Have some healthy skepticism.]

[And runner up to the most annoying thing on wheels.

Look at the most unimpressed Decepticon ever. This stare is only rivaled by cats in it's silent judgement.

Judging you]

[ And Smokescreen thinks he is just the hottest thing on planet Earth since sliced bread, but in reality, he is just a failure who aspired to do something great. And the brash Autobot is going to do his best to make up for all of his shortcomings. And that might even mean getting his tail handed to him in a very tiny plastic bag. And he's just going to glare the best a car can glare at the Con who's staring at him. ]

Why isn't the ugliest Con to ever exist. So what's it going to take for me to get you to talk, cause if you're trying to come off as creepy it ain't working. At least not with this Bot.

[Soundwave, of course, is motionless and silent. Just staring at Smokescreen, deeply unimpressed. He is well aware of your track record, Smokescreen. He knows all about you, and how bad you are at your job.

The former gladiator just slowly cocks his head, the black expanse of his visor showing nothing.

Not even a little creeped out, huh]

[There are other ways to tell - Kitt's sensors are remarkably sophisticated for his time - but if he is somehow able to recognize that fact, he's not letting on. Though Kitt would be duly impressed had he known that the other car's tech is alien]

Fossil? I suppose it is an antique, but I would hardly call it a fossil. Can that twin-turbo V8 take on a jet turbine?

I suppose we'll have to race and find out, won't we?

[ Smokescreen revs his engine, and remains there on the street thinking on his next move. There's people here, and he knows the rules of engagement. He can't risk hurting the humans, and man does this grind his gears. He revs his engine again. ]

Now why don't you go somewhere else just so I can blast you to bitty pieces of ugly, and then I can ship them back to Megatron in an ugly box! [ Yeah, he feels real proud about himself by using that insult. And he just can't wait to sink his blasters into Soundwave's armored hide. ]

[Soundwave, on the other hand, does not give a single shit about other people being here. Humans were dumb and there were too many of them, it's not like two or three dozen would make much of an impact.

So he just violently deploys a tentacle, the claw attachment out and gleaming]

I dunno, I think I saw a guy on the 405 that was faster.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah. Real fast, had a whole squad o'cops on him.

He wrapped himself 'round a pole but hey, he was real fast.

[ The 'driver' in the driver's seat winces, or well Smokescreen uses the puppet to wince for him. ]

Double ouch, but, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have the same level of skills that I do. So not only would out race the cops, but I would also out with them.

And it isn't just speed that makes me a winner, I've got the experience that goes along with it.

[ Smokescreen hasn't forgotten about those tentacles, and he's sure he's able to defend himself. He's sure transforming to get out of the way of said danger is okay in the rules book. Soooo Smokescreen is going to do his best to transform, and to dodge out of impending doom. ]

Hey! Nobody here likes a cheater! [ And he finds himself stumbling on his own two feet, as he lands face first on the ground. ] But that just means I'm going to have just as much fun breaking that ugly face of yours, ugly.

[As always, so graceful. Good job, loser.

Soundwave immediately tries to take advantage of the fact that the big dumb moron tripped and fell, attempting to wrap a tentacle around a leg]

What do you run?

[ Smokescreen doesn't have enough time to recover when he feels the tentacle wrap around his leg. ]

Gulp!

[ He turns his head around, and he furrows his optic brow into an unhappy scowl. And he retracts his right hand back into his arm, and out pops his cannon. And by using his left arm he tries to turn himself around just enough to try and fire off a blast at the tentacle that isn't grabbing onto his leg. ]

Huh? I think you've lost me there.

Street racing, road racing, ovals, sportscars...?

I tend to keep to the streets, I'm not really interested in driving around in circles. It just sounds, you know, boring.

It has its moments, but I definitely prefer street courses to ovals.