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More Than Meets The Tsunami

This be Botch. Hello all.
Welcome to miasmic halls.
This common click ties thou and we,
when clicking through the net we be:
I, the click of pedal units
dancing on metallic floors;
you, a fat flat-headed mouse,
or keys for those the pet abhors.

Cloak and dagger be my run...
well, cloak and acid-pellet gun.
Decepticon (but aren't we all?);
caustic; cold; with twice the gall
of bots three four five times my size:
modesty is not my pride.
I'm known to code a line or two
that rhymes for me, if not for you.

But I digress; this matters not.
Our welcome turned into a jot
about ourselves and how we be.
I meant to say: do visit me!
My office door is likewise wide
to fleshlings, Autobots and spies.
Recover us to ebon seas
Where ebon we swims deviously.