Had she not been surprised by Nightscreams outburst, Prism would have dropped onto the floor laughing about her protest to the blowing up of the underground facility. She seemed not to be in a good mood, and everything everyone was doing only seemed to make it worse. She used the intelligence that came with being a war-bot to discover the hidden meaning to Nightscream's behavior.
Don't touch my shit.
"Roger." Prism looked to Nightscream and nodded before turning to Turbulence and helping him out once again with Sklog. With help, they were able to move Sklog down to where they needed him to be, even faster than she had ever anticipated with Sklog choosing the moment they reached the well to fall down all the way to sub level fifty.
"Sklog!" She shouted, leaping down the well and using the sides to keep her speed steady so she would not collide with the ground at terminal velocity. In time, she descended down the thirty flights of stairs to pick Sklog back up, conscious or not, and did her best to drag the poor guy into the lab and onto the operating table. "Okay." She muttered to herself. "Next time. Actually listen when someone tells me that there's unspeakable horror in a specific area."
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