Sideswipe (RID)

I am sitting in the garage, minding my own business and trying to avoid Strongarm’s constant remarks about how childish and immature I am. I wish she’d just loosen up and let me be me, but no, she has to snap at me for every little thing I do that she doesn’t agree with. I’m bored out of my mind, and I’m about to start moving again when suddenly the garage door opens. I groan. “Ugh, Strongarm, I swear if that’s you, I’m gonna- wait, you’re not Strongarm. Who’re you, kid?”