Three Sentence Ficathon

CW: smoking of robot weed

Mirage wrinkled his nose–just how did he manage that anyway, being constructed from a single faceplate like that?–when he stepped into the room and gave Jazz a dirty look. “Ratchet will kill you himself, when he finds out you’ve been smoking again.”

Jazz gave his friend a humorless smile and took another drag from the cy-gar he’d gotten from Kup. “Trust me, it’s better than the alternatives.”