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[greenhorndestiny]

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[botopsy]

I can, but you will need surgery to get it to stay. If I do this, it could fall back out any time you transform and become even more damaged.

[he awkwardly pats smokescreen's shoulder.]

Will you promise not to go too hard on the racing if I do it? I'll-- come and help you if something happens, but I don't want to enable you, especially if it's something you're doing to cope with... y'know.

[greenhorndestiny]

Look, Ratchet... I'll be careful. I just Don't want to be stuck without any way to- [ escape] let off steam.

I'm a careful driver. I promise.

[botopsy]

[he watches smokescreen for a long few moments, clearly weighing the decision. after a few moments he decides there's no way he won't do it and leave smokescreen with a damaged t-cog.]

Alright, stand up. It'll hurt, but just for a moment.

[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. ]