A/N: I'm sick… It's one AM. I have water… It tastes like scrap. I also have strawberry whipped yogurt… It tastes like strawberry whipped yogurt… Wait… aftertaste.. It tastes like scrap…

Chromia walked into her unit, still on her last nerve. Maybe Ironhide actually decided to do what she asked today. She stepped through the hallway, and glared at the couch. There he lay.

Ironhide was sprawled over the couch with a cube of highgrade in her servo. The television projector was flickering as the images of an old detective show danced across the air. The worst of all. He was chewing that slagging gum.

If Chromia had to count how many times she wanted to walk up to Ironhide's prized blaster that hung from the wall, and just shoot the scrap out of something, she would be in millions.

Pop!

Chromia grinded her denta. That disgusting, Detestable, repugnant sound. It was chewing gum. Not popping gum. "Did you do anything I asked?" Annoyance was clear in her voice.

Ironhide glanced over the edge of couch wearily. "What did you ask?"

"I left a slagging list. If you're not going to go out and find some clients, the least you can do is help around the unit while I'm working my aft off." The lazy bum. He was working as a body guard but lately nobody was hiring him. That's why Chromia had to work in her dead end, no good job.

POP!

"Didn't know you left a list." Ironhide turned back to the television.

Chromia stomped over to the television's projector, and turned it off. "You can do the list now."

Ironhide huffed as he sat up. "Chromia, I'm tired."

"You're tired? I had to work in customer services today because a newbie didn't show up! Do you know how bad those slagging high castes are when they don't get what they want? They're awful! I had to deal with bots like that all orn! And here you are, sitting your aft on the couch, which you probably haven't moved from all day, and you're going to complain about how tired you are?"

Ironhide sighed. "Fine." He stood up. "Where's the list?" POP!

"Table." Chromia sighed as he sat down on the couch. Soon, Ironhide walked back into the room, broom in servo, and he started cleaning.

POP!

Chromia sighed.

POP!

Chromia took a deep breath, as she stood up. "Forget it! I'll clean!"

Ironhide glanced up from cleaning and raised an optic ridge. "What?"

Chromia reached out her servo. "Just hand it over."

Ironhdie cautiously handed the broom to his mate, as he sat back down on the couch. Chromia sighed as the room filled with silence.

POP!

She snapped. "POP THAT SLAGGING GUM ONE MORE TIME!"

Ironhide raised an optic ridge, as he blew a bubble and-

POP!

Chromia stomped over to the wall, ripping the blaster off it's pedestal. She aimed, and fired twice. Both shots hitting dead in the center of the mech's helm. "You chew gum, slagger. You don't pop it."

The enforcer glanced over to his partner after the femme told the story. "And You terminated him, because he was popping gum?"

"You weren't there."

The enforcer nodded. "No, I wasn't."

"So, how can you say you wouldn't do the same?" Chromia smirked, a smug look on her face.

The enforcer opened his mouth to say something, only to close it in loss of words. His partner rolled his optics. "You're going to prison."

"Worth it."