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WreckGar/Swindle - for A-Virginia-D "What's this we have here, then?"
Wreck-Gar winced internally as tan-and-purple servos dug inside his back-mounted tub, fishing through the sub-space. "You know you can't come back here without something decent for me to sell," the former Combaticon chided.
When they'd first met, Swindle saw a potential customer. Wreck-Gar saw a potential friend. Good thing his sticker had washed off when he took a tumble into the bay, or that would be a problem.
Swindle was quickly disappointed by his lack of credits, or any recognizable form of tender, but when Wreck-Gar produced the cut-up bits of a credit card some human had thrown away, his interest peak