The launcher kicked, almost wrenching Axl out of place from where he had tried to brace as best he could against the seat. Wincing, he set the launcher down in the wheel well and rubbed his abused shoulder joint.

"Owwwww..."

He was about to continue on this very productive thread of whining when he saw his partner slump in the seat.

"Aw fragit," Axl yelped, lunging across the bench for the controls. It was a close one; the truck almost plowed into traffic.

"Switch switch I'll drive!"

Well, or he'd sit in the other robot's lap and drive. Whichever.