Hound: Thanks for coming with me today--er, Skyfire?
Jetfire: Jetfire.
Hound: Jetfire. Sorry. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker can be such jerks. This stuff is impossible to get of once it heats up in the sun.
Jetfire: You needed me to escort you--with my full weaponry--because of some clear plastic sheeting?
Hound: You don't know what it's like being harassed by the brothers.
Jetfire: Excuse me? I was a Decepticon scientist. I could teach you a thing or two about being harassed by bots with sleek alt modes and bad attitudes.
Hound: We're here. Hey look! Grimlock left yesterday's present. Just some more food. Weird that I'd get so much food and nothing to feed it to.
Jetfire: Fascinating. I'm talking my helmet off. It's way stuffy in here.
Hound: You breath? I don't breath
Jetfire: Ah! Much better. You were saying?
Hound: Never mind. You see that? Today's gift opened itself!
Jetfire: Well, that means it's alive. That's why you got all the food.
Father Deer: Where's my son?
Hound: I'm sorry. Your what?
Father Deer: My child. He looks like me, but smaller.
Hound: Sorry, we're robots. We don't have families.
Jetfire: What about Sideswipe and Sunstreaker?
Hound: NOT NOW!
Father Deer: My boy is all I have. You must help me find him. I promised his mother on her death bed I'd look after him.
Jetfire: Wait! This all happened in the box?
Father Deer: It's not just a box--
Hound: We'll worry about that later. For now let's find your son.
At the Decepticon Headquarters...
Starscream: Now, little fleshling, your captivity will soon be over. Tell me the secret of the trans-dimensional box.
Baby Deer: Eep!
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