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: It's primitive! It's barbaric! There ought to be a law against it! Optimus Prime
: It's just an auto supply store. Ratchet
: You mean they actually sell spare parts on the open market? What kind of malfunction would be crass enough to buy this stuff? Bumblebee
: Hey, guys, check out my new horn!
: Stay with me now. What's your name solder? Arcee
: Arcee, sir. Ratchet
: Don't call me sir, I work for a living! Call me Ratchet, understand? Arcee
: Yes, sir. Yes, Ratchet.
: No way, I shut you down! Ratchet
: Humans call it "playing possum." Don't ask me what a "possum" is.
: You must have seen some pretty serious action back in the Great War. Ratchet
: Yes, I did, and no, I still don't want to talk about it.
: How many more self-diagnostics are you going to run Ratchet? Ratchet
: As many as it takes. Optimus Prime
: Old war wounds acting up again? Ratchet
: Still don't wanna talk about it. Optimus Prime
] But you know you can talk about, to me, about anything; anytime, just bot to bot. If there's anything you need to get something off your chestplate. Ratchet
: Are you finished? Optimus Prime
: Apparently I am.
: How're you healing? Optimus Prime
: Arm's as good as new, thanks to you. Ratchet
: That wasn't what I meant. Optimus Prime
: Let's just say I have a much better appreciation for what you went through back in the day and why you don't wanna remember it. Ratchet
: It's not that I don't want to remember. I have to remember... for those who can't. Optimus Prime
: Still, I don't suppose it hurts to talk about it sometimes... with a trusted friend. Ratchet
: So, what do you wanna know?
: [tears out Lockdown's arm
] Time was I'd use my EMP generator to do this painlessly. Too bad I don't have it anymore.
: You'll never take another trophy from an Autobot again. Lockdown
: No? Who's gonna stop me? Ratchet
: I am! Lockdown
: You couldn't stop an oil leak!
: I'm a medi-bot, not a field commander.
: I guess it never occured to you that the EMP generator wouldn't work on the one Autobot it was designed for...
: Is that all you got? You're puttin' me to sleep. Ratchet
: Oh, I'll put you to sleep, alright!
: [in vehicle mode
] Will you get in already? Sari Sumdac
: Ah-ah-ah, what's the magic word? Ratchet
: NOW! Sari Sumdac
: It's gonna be a long day...
: You still want that ride, or what? Spike Witwicky
, Carly Witwicky
: We'll call a cab!
: Hmph! Not even a "thank you". And they call ME rude...
: [seeing Wreck-Gar for the first time
] What are you?... What is he? Bumblebee
, Sari Sumdac
: I don't know, but he's giving off a ton of AllSpark energy. Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I give off a ton of AllSpark energy! Bumblebee
: So, what, an AllSpark fragment just brought a junk pile to life and made some new kind of Autobot? Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I am some new kind of Autobot? Ratchet
: Listen up, scrapheap! You're not an Autobot, and you never will be an Autobot. You're only good for one thing: GARBAGE!
: I am Wreck-Gar! I am only good for one thing: GARBAGE! I must deliver garbage to all!
[transforms into a garbage truck and rolls out... but first granting Sari and the Autobots a generous heap of garbage
] Sari Sumdac
: [to Ratchet
] You really have a way with words, don't you?
: Get away from those controls, you malfunctioning slag-heap! Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck Gar! I am a malfunctioning slag-heap! Ratchet
: You glitch-head, you're gonna destroy the whole city! You wouldn't dare do something THAT stupid! Wreck-Gar
: I am Wreck-Gar! I dare to be stupid! I will destroy the whole city!
: Hello? Powell kicked me out of my home, why should we do him any favors? Ratchet
: Because Microbots and an AllSpark fragment can't possibly add up to anything good!
: [picks up the Mr. Powell, the Mayor and the Mayor's assistant
] Listen up you organic meat buckets, either you settle this garbage dispute here and now or I will throw you both into the river!
[in a traffic jam
: Move it already! Don't you humans have anything better to do? Sari Sumdac
: You really should try being patient with people. Ratchet
: I'd be a lot more patient with them, if they'd GET OUT OF MY WAY!
[being cheered on
: Well, whaddaya know? They like me! They really like me! Guess I got a way with words.
: Why are we fighting to save the humans? They're a primitive and violent race. Optimus Prime
: Were we so different? They're a young species. They have much to learn. But I've seen goodness in them. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. You all know there's only one way to end this war: we must destroy the Cube. If all else fails, I will unite it with the spark in my chest. Ratchet
: That's suicide! The Cube is raw power, it could destroy you both! Optimus Prime
: A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet. We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes. It's been an honor serving with you all.
: Why are you here? Optimus Prime
: We are here looking for the All Spark. And we must find it before Megatron. Sam Witwicky
[Prime projects a holographic view of Cybertron
] Optimus Prime
: Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just, until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the All Spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him... Sam Witwicky
: My grandfather. Optimus Prime
: It was an accident that intertwined our fates.
[Captain Witwicky discovers Megatron in the ice
] Optimus Prime
: Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the Cube.
[the Captain fiddles with Megatron's gears, causing a bright light to strike him...
] Optimus Prime
: He accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses. Sam Witwicky
: How did you know about his glasses? Optimus Prime
: eBay. Sam Witwicky
: eBay... Ratchet
: If the Decepticons find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army. Optimus Prime
: And the human race will be extinguished. Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival. Mikaela
: Please tell me that you have those glasses?
[Ratchet runs into power lines, shocking him and causing a tremor throughout the neighborhood
] Ron Witwicky
: [crawling under a table
] Earthquake! Earthquake! Judy, get under the table! Judy Witwicky
: How did you get over there so fast?
[Outside, a dazed Ratchet staggers to his feet
: Wow... that was tingly! You gotta try that! Ironhide
] Yeah, that looks fun...
: Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky? Mikaela
: They know your name! Sam Witwicky
: Yeah. Optimus Prime
: My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Ratchet
: But you can call us "Autobots", for short.
: [drawing his guns
] The parents are very irritating... Ratchet
: [trying to calm him
] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Ironhide
: Can I take them out? Optimus Prime
: Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans! What is with you? Ironhide
: Well, I'm just saying we could. It's an option.
: Our medical officer: Ratchet. Ratchet
] The boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the female.
[Sam and Mikeala fidget embarassedly
: I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize...
[Ron Witwicky walks towards a window
] Optimus Prime
: Quick, hide! Ratchet
: Hide? Where?
[the Autobots manage to get out of sight just as Ron looks outside
] Ron Witwicky
: Oh, no... look at the yard! The yard is destroyed! There's sparks flying all over the place... Judy, you better call the City, looks like they got a blown transformer! What a waste... Trashed! Gone!
[appalled, he moves away
: Do you ever get the feeling you were programmed for something more than just repairing Space Bridges? Ratchet
: I've got a diagnostics program that can delete that feeling like bad line of code.
: Young bots... Can't live with them, can't melt them down for spare parts...
: Would it kill you guys to say something like watch out, or, I don't know, heads up, or... Ratchet
: You'd be grumpy too if you had one servo in the scrap heap. Ratchet
: I may have one servo in the scrap heap, but I can still hear!
: So you're saying we found the AllSpark. The real AllSpark. Ratchet
: No, I'm saying it found us.
: [Opening lines
] And it was written in the Covenant of Primus, that when the 47 spheres align, a perpetual conflict with culminate upon a world forged by chaos. And the weak shall perish in the shadow of a rising darkness. Arcee
: No sky is raining fire? Ratchet
: Goes without saying, it is a doom prophesy after all. Bulkhead
: I say it's a load of hooey. Ratchet
: I always assumed the ancients were referring to our home planet. But being that Cybertron has been dark for eons... Optimus Prime
: And considering what has befallen this planet since Megatron's arrival here... Bulkhead
: Wow, wow, wow... we've known about these superstitions for ages and never gave them a second thought. Arcee
: Why all the ominous rumbling now? Optimus Prime
: Because the planetary alignment to which the prophesy refers is nearly upon us. Ratchet
: And it would seem it's end point... is Earth. Bulkhead
: Uhh... crazy coincidence! Heh... R-right? Arcee
: How long are we talking? Ratchet
: A few days, at most. Optimus Prime
: However unsettling this revelation may be, I am more concerned about those who might believe that the prophesy speaks to them alone.
: Don't take it personally. Primes are built that way. Bulkhead
: Never seen Optimus laugh, cry, or lose his cool. Ratchet
: While Optimus certainly keeps his emotions in check, I've known him for far longer than any of you have. And he *was* different before he was made a Prime. Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel
: Optimus wasn't always a Prime? Ratchet
: On Cybertron, one isn't born into greatness, but rather one must earn it. Jack Darby
: So, different how? We talking "party animal"? Ratchet
: No, no. Optimus was more like... Jack. Jack Darby
: What? I'm nothing like...
: UGH! Rafael isn't responding! We must run diagnostics of his assemblage- uh, vital statistics... Urgh, my tools! They're all wrong! Jack Darby
: We need to call my Mom!
[Jack grabs his cellphone
: Your mother may be a nurse, but does she know anything about the effects of Energon on the human body? Jack Darby
: Wha, do *you* know anything about the human body?
[Ratchet is silent
] Jack Darby
: [On the phone
] Mom, it's urgent! Ratchet
: "The weak will perish"... be strong, Rafael.
: Ratchet, how is Rafael? Ratchet
: It is too soon to know. Optimus Prime
: He's in good hands. Ratchet
: Not mine, Optimus. Curse my Cybertronian pride! We've accepted these humans into our lives yet I bothered to learn soo little of their science... or medicine. Optimus Prime
: Pull yourself together, old friend. Rafael needs you. Ratchet
: And I have grown to need him.
: Ironhide, we should leave this planet... Ironhide
: That's not what Optimus would want.
: Jolt, electrify! Transfer those afterburners!
[Jolt charges and fuses Jetfire's parts with Optimus
: [about Galloway
] This fool is terribly misinformed!
[Autobot reinforcements arrive at the forest fight
: Autobots, attack! Ratchet
: Bumblebee, get them out of here!
: I've seen it before. Bot gets a new modification, and suddenly sludge don't stick to his tailpipe.
: Personally, I've always found Bumblebee's fake static to be a lot more convincing.
: Prowl, exactly what line of JUNK CODE is scrambling your software?
: Prowl, any sign of the Dinobots? Prowl
: Negative, Ratchet. I'm starting to think those reports of rampages were nothing but exaggeration. Optimus Prime
: We're not taking any chance, Prowl, that's why I had Ratchet lend you his EMP generator and those stasis cuffs. Prowl
: Still, I hardly think they're necessary. The Dinobots are territorial, but if left alone, they're perfectly happy.
[Grimlock roars and runs out of the forest, charging the Autobots
: He doesn't look too happy to me!
: What RAM-damaged, programming-impaired bot would agree to be in such a degrading spectacle? Prometheus Black
: Representing the machines, I give you Bumblebee!
: His attention span must be short, too. Bumblebee
: I heard that! Prowl
: Apparently so is his fuse. Bulkhead
: Oh, the ninja bot gets in a good one!
[gives him five
: Who knew he had it in him?
: [puts bell over Meltdown
] There. That should hold him. Ratchet
: I guess you didn't get the memo about the acid that melts through anything?
: I may be small, but I'm scrappy! I got major skills!
[starts driving in circles
] Sari Sumdac
: He's gonna be impossible to live with now, isn't he? Ratchet
: Oh, yeah. Big time.
[after scaring off the archaeologists, the Decepticons cut a hole in the spaceship hull, revealing small shining crystal - the "Heart of Cybertron"
: After millions of years, it's mine! Hook, your cyber-forceps.
[Hook gives Megatron his cyber-forceps. Megatron uses them to remove the Heart
: The Heart of Cybertron! This tiny energy maximizer powered our ship all the way from Cybertron to this miserable planet.
[Megatron places the Heart in Hook's palm
: And what will you do with it now? Megatron
: Implant it inside me.
[Megatron lies on the ground, opening his chest-lid. Hook implants the Heart inside Megatron's chest
: [closing Megatron's chest-lid
] It is done, Megatron. Megatron
: I know...
[Megatron rises on his feet
: ...for already the power courses through my circuits! Optimus Prime
: You'll need every bit of it, Megatron! Autobots, attack!
[using his new power, Megatron shoots beams of energy from his fingers, hitting Optimus Prime. Optimus Prime collapses, smoke rises from his chest
: Prime! Megatron
: Come on, Autobots! Follow your leader's orders and attack!
[Megatron shoots at the Autobots more energy beams
[as Megatron continues firing at the force-field, it is finally destroyed, leaving Optimus Prime, Ratchet and Wheeljack at the mercy of Megatron
: The force field is down!
[Megatron ceases fire in order to savour his moment of victory - and that proves to be his undoing. Now that the stream of brain impulses stopped for a moment, at last Perceptor can reach the last wire
: Ohh! Got to... disconnect it!
[Perceptor grabs the last wire, preparing to rip it. Unaware of what is happening inside him, Megatron is overconfident of his seemingly imminent victory
: It's all over, Prime! Optimus Prime
: Not until every Autobot program is erased, Megatron! Megatron
: You're finished! Ehh!
[Megatron raises his hands... but no fire bolts are shot from his fingers
: What? Ratchet
: Perceptor did it!
[Brawn throws the Heart of Cybertron with all his might to deep space
] Optimus Prime
: Track it, Perceptor! Perceptor
: I'm on it!
[Perceptor transforms into telescope
: One thousand miles... fifteen-hundred miles... two thousand miles!
[as the Heart is far enough from Earth, Perceptor shoots at it, striking his target. The explosion fills the sky with bright light rays. Everyone realizes what disaster could have happened if the Heart had exploded on Earth
] Optimus Prime
: Sharp shooting, Perceptor.
[Perceptor transforms back into robot
: [places his hand on Bumblebee's shoulder
] Do you realize that we just saved Megatron's life? Brawn
: Somebody saved *all* our lives! Optimus Prime
: Who, Brawn? Brawn
: [places his hand on Perceptor's shoulder
] Ask my buddy here about it, and ask him polite, because anyone who doesn't think he's a hero - is gonna have to answer to me!
[Brawn pats amiably on Perceptor's chest
: [to Bumblebee
] You fought bravely.
[the Autobots and NEST gather around to reawaken Sentinel Prime
: [to Mearing
] That's the Matrix of Leadership, the only thing that can repower a Transformer's spark. Optimus Prime
: Let us begin... Sentinel Prime, we bid you return.
[places the Matrix into Sentinel's chest and revives him... Sentinel grabs Optimus in a deadlock
: Hold your fire! Optimus Prime
: It is I, Optimus Prime! Ironhide
: You are home, Sentinel. Ratchet
: There is nothing to fear.
: Autobots, attack! Ratchet
: Mortar that bridge!
: Ratchet! Have Agent Fowler alert the array staff to the security hazard. Agent Fowler
: You! Soldier! You're out of uniform. Put on some pants!
: That may be a challenge.
: Optimus, I must say, the Space Bridge is our sole hope of ever returning to Cybertron. Are you certain its destruction is the only option? Optimus Prime
: I am afraid so. Ratchet
: Then by all means, let us light our darkest hour!
: Optimus, if you leave me stranded on a planet teeming with humans, I will never forgive you.
: Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy. Optimus Prime
: Your opinion is noted.
Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel
: So if you guys are robots, who made you? Ratchet
: Pfff! Puh-lease! Optimus Prime
: We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots. Jack Darby
: Why are you here? Optimus Prime
: To protect your planet from the Decepticons.
[Bumblebee and Arcee bring in the three kids
: I thought there were two. Arcee
: Haven't you heard? Humans multiply.
: Megatron, you would just try to conquer Cybertron all over again, and enslave anyone who refuses to pledge allegiance to you! Megatron
: Of course I would!
: What assurance do I have that you would leave humankind be and that you wouldn't instantly terminate me, once you get what you need? Megatron
: None whatsoever. After all, we both know that as a Decepticon, any assurances I might offer would be worthless.
: It will not take long for this Omega Lock's drives to be fully operational. All that is still needed to restore our home is the cybermatter to launch through it. Ratchet
: Which requires a stabilized formula for the production of synthetic energon. Ratchet
: I have every confidence in you, doctor. Ratchet
: I'll do it. But then you already knew that, didn't you?
: Blasted Scraplets!
: I'll prepare sick bay. Bulkhead
] Who for, the Cons? This is Wheeljack we're talking about!
[Ratchet and Wheeljack fix Optimus Prime
: Uhh... sorry about that. Ratchet
: [smiles, closing Optimus Prime's chest-lid
] There! Optimus is as good as the day he rolled off the mechanical line. Better, even. Wheeljack
: But I still don't understand where Megatron got enough strength to whip him. Chip Chase
: I do! I just had Teletraan 1 do an energy scan on Optimus' damaged parts, and... see for yourselves!
[Teletraan sounds its alarm. On its main screen appear images of the Decepticons, alternating rapidly
: Of course! Somehow Megatron used the powers of all the other Decepticons! Ironhide
: Then... then Megatron cheated and we can ignore the agreement with him! Right, Optimus? Optimus Prime
: That is affirmative. Autobots, the time has come to fight back!
[the Autobots cheer, eager to pay their enemies back
: It is over! Optimus Prime has been defeated! All Autobots must exile themselves to deeper space!
[the Autobots rush to help Optimus Prime
] Spike Witwicky
: Oh... I can't believe it. Chip Chase
: Optimus Prime... beaten by Megatron?
[Optimus Prime groans in pain
] Spike Witwicky
: He's functional... but barely. Optimus Prime
: Uhhh... my fault. Underestimated Megatron. Never suspected he had so many powers. I was not prepared... Ironhide
] Well, I'm prepared - to knock those Decepti-bums all the way back to Cybertron!
[the other Autobots exclaim in approval
] Optimus Prime
: [getting on his feet
] No! Megatron has beaten me according to Cybertron law. To violate that law would destroy our honour. We will comply and leave this Earth forever. Optimus Prime
: As you command, Optimus. Ratchet
: [to Wheeljack
] We'll need Teletraan 1 to diagnose all this damage. Wheeljack
: Optimus, can you transform? Optimus Prime
: I-I'll try.
[straining in pain, Optimus Prime transforms into truck. The other Autobots transform into vehicles
: Maybe I can help Optimus save some of his strength on the way back...
[Huffer tranforms into vehicle mode
: Let me take that load, Optimus. Optimus Prime
: You're a true friend, Huffer.
[Optimus Prime disengages from his trailer, and Huffer takes it
] Optimus Prime
: Autobots, roll out! Perhaps for the last time... Megatron
: We will accompany them back to their headquarters to make certain "noble" Optimus Prime keeps his word.
[the Decepticons fly above the Autobots' line
: I'm telling you, there's no way this "Santa" can deliver billions of presents in one night. Prowl
: I can think of at least one way. Ho
[creates a hologram
[creates another hologram
: Ho. Optimus Prime
: A sound theory, Prowl. I did see multiple Santas in the shopping district tonight.
: [looking at Prowl's salad
] Hey, how come your fuel is different from ours? Prowl
: I chose the vegetable fuel because it burns cleaner. Don't you know where that animal flesh comes from? Bulkhead
: [wolfing down burgers
] No, but I know where it's going. Bumblebee
: Half of it is going on your clothes.
: [trying to train Bulkhead
] No, you must move like a gentle wind. Bumblebee
: Gentle wind? You'll be lucky to get him down to an omega-class solar storm! Ratchet
: Nice, Prowl. Maybe next you can try teaching an engine block to float.
: Don't these things ever learn? Grimlock
: Cars and trucks BAD! Prowl
: Apparently they learned to talk.
: It is best that you three remain under our watch. At least until we can determine our enemies' intentions. Ratchet
: Optimus, with all due respect, the human children are in as much danger here as anywhere. Jack Darby
: Children? Ratchet
: They have no protective shell! If they get underfoot, they will go... squish. Optimus Prime
: Then, for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step.
: Team Prime knows when to use force, and how much to use!
[Bulkhead breaks off and crushes Ratchet's medical equipment
: Bulkhead, I NEEDED THAT!
: Now we've got him... right where he wants us!
: All those 'Cons came out of one pod? Ratchet
: Humans refer to the phenomenon as "a clown car"!
: You want me to not only bridge you into a confined space, but one traveling at 90 miles per hour? I can't even count the number of things that can go wrong-mass displacement trauma, twisted limbs, metal burn!... Well, maybe not the last one.
: Ratchet, think fast! Ratchet
: Oh, crud.
Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel
: Wait a minute: a grenade inside of Laserbeak, inside of Soundwave? Like a turducken! Ratchet
: I'm sorry? Rafael 'Raf' Esquivel
: It's a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a... never mind.
: Try to keep him quiet. Prowl
: You do realize this is Bumblebee?
: So what do we do now? Wait for him to turn back into a tank and crash like last time? Ratchet
: Nobody gets that lucky twice. Prowl
: Perhaps we can make our own luck. I've noticed a connection between Blitzwing's multiple personalities and his vehicle modes. We can use that weakness against him... but it will require using Bumblebee's greatest strength. Bumblebee
: What, my stingers? My turbo-speed? Prowl
: Your obnoxious personality.
: It isn't fair. How many more times do we have to save a world? Have to fight for the survival of our home? Ratchet
: Regrettably the struggle between creation and destruction is an eternal one, and the battle lines which separate the two run through the very spark of Cybertron. Good and evil;, order and chaos; one victorious, one vanquished. Each forming the core of their own separate worlds, Cybertron and Earth. And now the darkness has followed us all the way home.
: Where'd they get you? Hound
: I... I think it's my... my drive-train. Ratchet
: Can you transform? Hound
: I... I don't think so. Cliffjumper
: I'm sorry, Hound. It's my fault. I shouldn't have fired on Megatron. Hound
] You shouldn't have missed, you mean?
: Anything out of the ordinary happen? Bulkhead
: Just the usual stuff: hanging out, teaching her ninja nerve blows, watching cartoons... Captain Fanzone
: Whoa, back up. Bulkhead
: Watching cartoons. Captain Fanzone
: No, before that. Bulkhead
: Ninja nerve blows? Captain Fanzone
: You're teaching an eight-year-old ninja nerve blows? Ratchet
: You want her to pick it up on the street? Bulkhead
: It's not as if we're having her fight Decepticons. Prowl
: Ow! take it easy, Doc, I need that arm! Ratchet
: Hold still, and maybe you'll keep it.
: Don't fire! I'm a medic!
: So let me get this straight, you're an Autobot intelligence officer and you've found Megatron's hideout? Blurr
: That is correct, Optimus Prime. I have already reported my findings to the Elite Guard, requesting immediate reinforcements, but was informed that initial support would be delayed due to the fact that the Autobot forces are stretched too thin combating Decepticon uprisings along the edge of the galaxy. Further intelligence has also revealed that a human named Isaac Sumdac has been cooperating with the Decepticon leader by reverse engineering a space bridge schematic stolen by your ship. Which in Megatron intends to use to stage a sneak attack inside of Cybertron while planet's defense forces are at their weakest. But he's runnign difficulty getting the device operational. That's where you fellow buck comes in. Earlier today, I intercepted a communication between Megatron and a Decepticon double agent involving a plot to kidnap Autobot Bulkhead after discovering he's the galaxy's foremost expert in space bridge technology. Average to course, I mean that some kind of cooperation would undoubtedly have dire results and lead to Megatron's... Bumblebee
: Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up! Prowl
: Did he just say Bulkhead? Optimus Prime
: Our Bulkhead? Ratchet
: An expert? On anything?
: Perhaps the best way for you to learn about the human world is from a human. Arcee
: Smokescreen gets his own partner? Ratchet
: Oh, please! Isn't having three humans here enough?
[the other Autobots stare at Ratchet
[Smokescreen offers Bulkhead the Apex armor
: You think I need a crutch?
[Bulkhead bats its aside, into and damaging a display monitor
: Bulkhead! I needed that!
: You've reached Special Agent William Fowler. I'm currently on an intensive training retreat and unavailable until Tuesday Ratchet
: I hate talking to machines.
: I can whip up an override command, or I can come up there and get my chrome kicked with the rest of you glitches. Which is it gonna be? Optimus Prime
: Uh, I'll go with plan A.
: After those two lost their memories, they forgot everything except how to guzzle oil and be obnoxious. Bumblebee
: Well, then we'd better hurry. They're halfway to being Decepticons already.