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Chapter 5: No Snitching!

Breakdown baked out of hobby. It was something to do with his servos that wasn't medical work and training. It was, as far as he was concerned, the only art he could ever make.

As such, he was extremely protective of his creations. Everything from the ingredients to the dough or batter to the finished product was monitored under his watchful gaze. And after living with Knock Out for so long, he knew the medic had next to no self-control whenever Breakdown was in one of his baking moods.

Double chocolate chip cookies had been running low out of their cookie jar, along with snicker doodles and peanut butter sugar cookies. He had a few late shifts at the hospital coming up, and while Knock Out was more of a morning person and tended to work earlier in the day, he spent many a night alone with no one but TV for company.

The least Breakdown could do is make it a bit sweeter for him.

That did not mean, however, that Knock Out had free reign to grab samples before they were ready.

While the baker of the house bent over into the oven to check on his currently baking peanut butter cookies, Knock Out snuck into the kitchen virtually soundlessly. The bowl of chocolate chip cookie batter was sitting on the counter, one tray already lined up and waiting for oven time.

He reached over, fingers poised to swipe some of the batter out of the blue bowl, so tantalizingly close to tasting raw perfection, when the bowl was suddenly yanked away from him and tucked into an annoyed Breakdown's arm.

"Hey! No snitchin'! It's the one rule!" he complained, watching Knock Out give him his best bashful look.

He was not prepared, however, for Knock Out to reach over and grab one of the pre-measured cookie dough balls from the tray and shove it in his mouth. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!" Breakdown screeched, not loud in volume but higher in tone.

Giggling around a mouthful of processor melting goodness, Knock Out ran off, leaving Breakdown frustratingly contemplating how to resize the cookies to make them be a perfect two dozen.

Just another day baking with an enthusiastic sweet snarf, Breakdown supposed.

(Even the brownies weren't safe, but if Breakdown noticed the repeated finger dipping and sucking out of the bowl, he didn't say anything. He did, however, divide the finished product in half and hid half of them on the highest shelves around the house so the racer couldn't reach them without his assistance.

Peaceful retaliation indeed.)

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