Gift fic 25

"Who care what you get a Wookiee for Christmas, if he already owns a comb! What do you get a giant, alien robot for Christmas? I mean, he doesn't need an iPod or a CD player, tools our size are tiny for him, he can't use gift cards, he doesn't eat, there's no way for him to use movie tickets, given his internet connection he's probably already read every book in the Library of Congress... I'm stumped."

"Why not give Bumblebee some rear-view mirror decorations? He likes those."

"Good idea, Mikaela. Thanks."

"Not a problem, Sam. See you at the party?"

"I'll be there!"

End.