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[greenhorndestiny]

[ He hesitates but not for long. Standing and being still for the good doctor. ]

I can handle anything. Don't worry about hurting me, Doc

[botopsy]

I wouldn't be very good at my job if I didn't worry about hurting people.

[he rounds to smokescreen's back, putting one hand on his shoulder and another on his waist.]

Alright, one... two... [ratchet wrenches smokescreen back and-- yeah, it'll be unpleasant, but he'll feel his t-cog slot back into where it should go.]

[greenhorndestiny]

[ SMokescreen makes a small meep and gasp of pain. Then as it all settles his body relaxes and you can hear his gears slide gently into their proper spot... for now. ]

Thanks a dozen, Ratchet..

[botopsy]

[he rounds back to the front and gives smokescreen a hearty slap on the shoulder.]

No problem! Go have fun. Not too much! But have fun.

[greenhorndestiny]

You got it sir! [ And off he runs. Looking back once, finally out the door. Going straight for the race tracks. ]