[Starscream literally can't imagine a worst possible ending to an already horrendous crapsack of a day. First his chauffeur calls out sick, then Megatron keeps everyone well after hours in an extended hell of a business meeting, and now he's stuck driving himself home in fairly heavy snowfall and ends up hopelessly lost in the process. He would just take his private jet everywhere if he could, he thinks, but unfortunately that's not exactly practical--]

[Oh no, wait, this day isn't done with him yet; all of a sudden the source of the obnoxious dinging noise that has been emanating from the dashboard and threatening to trigger a migrane since he left for work this morning becomes all to clear, as the engine gives out a few final choking splutters and stops.]

[How was he supposed to know that cars need gas?!?]

[He reaches for his cellphone with a snarl, thinking a quick call to AAA should sort things out, only to find the battery dead. Drained at double pace from all the cold, most likely.]

[Clenching his jaw and practically hissing through his teeth, he resists the urge to throw or break something in irritation, reaches for the door handle and all but wrenches it open and steps out into the bitter cold to look for....]

[He stifles a shudder of anger]

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