Ironhide: C'mon 'bots! We got in-coming!!
Bumblebee: Jetfire says to hold the line. He's already evacuated the animals. Grimlock is escorting them.
Ironhide: The Deceps mean business this time, little buddy. Keep your head down!
Bumblebee: Ahh!
Jetfire: Bumblebee, was that you? Answer me. ANSWER ME!
Ironhide: That was him, Jetfire. Sorry...we couldn't give you...more...time....
Jetfire: Blast it to the PIT! Where is Hound?
Hound: Right here, Jetfire. Hopefully, I'm not too late.
Jetfire: Gah...!
Hound: NOOO!! Why, Primus? Why!?
Hound: Whaa!
Ramjet: I swear to Primus I got at least two of them myself. What do you think of that?
Cyclonus: We already have a battle-ready-hot-head type. Try another personality stereotype.
Ramjet: Slag. At least I'm in a scene without Acid Storm.
Cyclonus: Good for you.
Starscream: That was all too easy.
Ramjet: Lord Starscream, you've managed to take out more Autobots in your two-day reign then Megatron did in millennia.
Starscream: Never mention that name again! Just open that box.
Astrotrain: Uh, Starscream...we have a problem.
Santa: You're damn right you've got a problem. These fox kits are under my protection.
Santa: You feeling strong? You'd better be, because now you're dealing with a mythical force. You'll get them over my cold dead--
Starscream (voice): What in the Pit was that!?
Acid Storm: Acid Storm, for the win!
Cyclonus: ....
Acid Storm: Frak you, Ramjet.
1 comment:
How's that? On time and the "slag" is really hitting the fan for our heroes. What could possibly happen next?
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