Just for fun, and semi in celebration of Revenge of the Fallen coming out, I have a pair of Dispensor-as-Dennis arts created with South Park Studios.

( Dennis is a Happy Dennis! )

( Dennis is a Working Dennis! )

We've all seen the meme: Pick an emotional state and I'll write you a drabble featuring my character and yours. Now here's your chance to pick a situation and and write that drabble with your character flying solo (should you feel inclined to add NPCs, go ahead).

...2. Murderous!

"Just tell me what the job is, Barricade. You're wasting my time." He drew his mouth into a sneer, though it didn't stop the Decepticon from snickering about his new vehicle form. Really, a green Nissan Cube seemed like the best choice at the time. The lines were nice and it was an economy car, after all. It also fit his taller size; ten and a half feet didn't compact well into a vending machine or the dinky Smart car he'd scanned two years ago. Besides, faking his eyes as light pipes on the hood was entertaining.

The police car eventually stopped laughing long enough to activate his hologram. "We need these bots. They've been excess pipes in our chassis for long enough, Dispensor." It was all of his old friends. The Infiltrators, minus two. "They don't necessarily have to be online when you bring them back. In fact, bringing their processors and Spark chambers would be enough. Can you do this?"

They had been his friends, at one point. He remembered wrestling with X-Caliber and Lex, playing drums on Rock Band while Acer took guitar and Jac played the bass. He'd laughed with them. Made plans to keep everyone safe. But that had been years ago, before the Transformer's presence was common knowledge to the fleshies. Before Applecarver was put offline and he left to join Lockdown in bounty hunting.

Now... now, they were a job. "If the pay is right and I can do what I wish with the bodies, you've a hunter."

( The television's feeding you/With all you wanna hear/Anger and fear/Because you suffer )

you are lightseagreen #20B2AA

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

Well I... I suppose this is correct?

[Canon]- Dispensor as he is now, and vaguely following the plot of Michael Bay's live-action films. With the Nexus and its craziness thrown in, of course. Currently dating Seth (sonofawar), and occasionally works with the Cybertronian bounty hunter Lockdown.

[Hunters]- Dispensor as he could be. The Autobots revealed the existance of Transformers to the humans, which eventually led to a schism in the warehousers/Infiltrators after Applecarver was collateral damage in an Autobot/Decepticon battle. Dispensor himself left to make a home in the Nexus, and took a permanent job with Lockdown.

[Primus]- Dispensor is the reincarnation of Primus, the Cybertronian equivalent of God. Bow and worship before His refreshing selection of beverages, and beware, lest you incur His fearsome fizzy divine wrath! Or his fizzy divine cuddles, in Seth's case. This is total crack inspired by wild mass guessing in the Transformer fandom, and is only going to be used for silly fun.

Ever wake up to find that you're a household name? You've suddenly become absurdly famous and waiting in lines is a thing of the past. However, part and parcel with the perks come the responsibilities. Ribbon-cuttings, commencements, you've likely to get invited to participate. No such thing as good publicity, right? Tonight, deliver a speech for some sort of event. It could be anything. How does the crowd react? Do you draw a crowd? If not, do you wish you did?

Their lives were over with the announcement. They'd managed to rig up a television in time to see the Big Truck Optimus Prime and the other Autobots holding a press conference. Revealing themselves. Revealing all of them. "We are so fucked," he heard Lex mutter next to him. "We're not going to be able to twitch a servo without cameras showing up."

"Maybe you won't, big clunker," Gremlin, sitting in the front, twisted to look at the office printer, lashing his plug-in tail. "I will." The argument descended into chaos after that, and Dispensor slipped away, into the street. It might be nice to finally be able to walk down the street during the day. Not having to hide himself all the time. Even if it turned into an endless parade of rescuing kittens from trees and fixing the things that the Decepticons broke. That could be okay, right?

( In every loss/In every lie/In every truth that you'd deny )

Being strong is important, but...

He jerked away from Lockdown's hands twice, until the ex-Autobot forcefully grabbed his chin. "Hold still, you little pest." The poking and prodding when they met was embarrassment enough, but being examined for injuries after he'd incurred several beatings was just plain demeaning. Lockdown had kicked him enough to dent his shoulderplates and chassis before they even got to his 'boss'. His boss, who turned out to be another version of Megatron.

He'd admit that when he'd first seen NBE-01, aka Iceman, aka Megaman, aka Megatron locked in ice underneath the Hoover Dam, he'd been a little in awe. Mostly frightened, of course - more of ending up like him - but some part of him had been impressed. Being dwarfed by another one, one that wanted to see him, was something else. This ones officers, though... the Bad Plane Starscream was no where in sight, but there was a strange creature called Blitzwing there. Its head kept changing at random and it would hit him when it got to the head with the zig-zag mouth. It hit harder than Lockdown did. And it had kicked him the strut before Megatron could get it to leave.

( Give me reason/To fill this hole/Connect the space between )

"Ever fallen in love..."

Next to being activated, being turned into a human was the most traumatizing event of his rather-short life. He'd suddenly been made aware of heat and cold and things like blinking and blushing and smiling. And more uncomfortable things, like clothes and erections. And how vulnerable he was. Allspark, he could be damaged by so much now, like that heat that had never bothered him before.

Seth had been kind enough to offer him a place to stay, and even the shirt off his back for a while. He recognized the look on Seth's roommate's face as pity when he agreed to let him stay. He was fairly certain that the blonde regretted it later. Especially when he was investigating the stove. Though he managed to not cry - barely. "Will... will you not tell Seth? Please do not," he'd murmured to the roommate, whose name was Ash. The fleshie sighed quietly and nodded, rubbing some kind of ointment on his burned fingers. Everything was okay by the time Seth got back.

( I'm nearly human/Look at me, I'm almost a human being. )

"Because you don’t notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light."
-Libba Bray

A digit thumped his head. He struggled, unable to get his servos free. The owner of the sharp-ended finger chuckled, voice rough and deep. "Let me go!" he snarled, his own voice sharp and more mechanical.

He'd only been wandering through the Nexus when he'd been jumped. He still wasn't entirely sure why or how, but he was knocked into stasis. When he woke up, he was somewhere he didn't recognize. The innards of a ship, it looked like, and the deck creaked noisily every time he moved. Eventually his bot-knapper arrived.

And kept thumping him in the head. It was a surprisingly unattractive creature, olive green and black with black-and-white warpaint on its face. Large spikes adorned it's shoulders and neck, and one servo had been replaced with a wicked hook. If there had ever been pirate Cybertronians, he would have dreamed them up to look like that. All the other Transformer was missing was a patch over one red optic.

( But then the lampshade smiled at me/It said 'Believe', it said 'Believe' )

Applecarver - an iPod who was activated in Mission City when Sam Witwicky dropped the All-Spark. He has a large compliment of weapons, due to when he was activated (his activation was a gut-reaction 'protection' protocol from the All-Spark), even though he's the smallest of the Warehousers. He has a large compliment of music as well, occasionally supplementing speech with lyrics and music from songs.
He thinks a little better of humans than Dispensor does, though he finds them vicious under most circumstances.
Holoform PB - Takeru

X-Caliber - a Chevy Equinox, X-Caliber is one of the tallest of the Warehousers at 12 1/2'. He's also an incurable action movie junkie, and an ex-Autobot from Cybertron. He acts as something of a leader to the group, making sure they stay out of the eye of the public; he cares about all of the Warehousers, even Decepticon expatriates like Gremlin.
Holoform PB - Sting

Gremlin - an ex-Decepticon asshole of a toaster. He delights in making everyone's lives a living hell, whether they like it or not. This hasn't earned him many friends, though it does occasionally get a laugh out of whoever he isn't picking on at the time. He prefers insinuating himself into humans' homes, so is only rarely around the warehouse. When he is, he likes to show holovids of everyone he's tormented recently.
Holoform PB - Jamie Johnston

Lex - bastard printer/faxer/copier, who spends his days in offices and can thus be forgiven for extreme attitude problems. Often he spends weekends winding down, mellowing and becoming almost-friendly for a couple days. He was activated at the same time as Applecarver, and occasionally teams up with Dispensor to cause behind-the-scenes mayhem in office buildings throughout Mission City.
Holoform PB - Enrique Murciano

Acer and Jac - a PC and Mac laptop, respectively, they can rarely stand to be around each other for more than five minutes without trying to kill each other. None of the other Warehousers are sure when they were activated, but they all assume that one had been an Autobot and one had been a Decepticon previously, given their mutual hatred of each other. Oddly, the only one that Jac actually seems to get along with is Applecarver (who doesn't appreciate the affection in the least).
Holoforms PB - Damon Albarn (Acer) and Johnny Tri Nguyen (Jac)