Drift: Mindwipe, Skystalker; we will meet you at headquarters. Megatron wants us ALL a victory ceremony prior to the leaders’ meeting.
Mindwipe: I’ll see that Skystalker does nothing to embarrass you, sir.
Skystalker: What!?
Drift: Bludgeon and I must leave now if we’re to make it on time. We can’t all be blessed with flight modes, my friend. Mindwipe, make sure you make it there safely.
Skystalker: Why’s he always talking to you like you’re the boss?
Mindwipe: I DO outrank you.
Skystalker: Really? . . . gimme a ride back to base.
Mindwipe: I don’t think so—
Skystalker: Do it or, I swear to Primus, I’ll whine the whole way.
Skystalker: Now, isn’t this nice?
Mindwipe: *sigh*
Ramjet: Hey youse!
Skystalker: Hey yourself, aft breath.
Mindewipe: That is no way to greet a fellow Decepticon, Skystalker . . . even one of Starscream’s lowly Seekers.
Ramjet: I don’t know nuddin’ ‘bout dat, but I do know a couple a’ ‘Cons wit bearings da size a’ Unicron when I sees ‘em.
Mindwipe: What are you talking about?
Ramjet: Oh yeah! I’m s’posed ta believe you don’t know ‘bout Drift’s little coup comin’ up. Fer youse’s sake I hope Megatron believes dat.
Ramjet: I gots ta git. See youse at da ceremony. It’ll be a BLAST!
Mindewipe: Sky stalker, please get off of me.
Skystalker: What’s up, big guy?
Mindwipe: I feel a tremendous weight has been put on me.
Skystalker: After the load of scrap that pointy-headed freak just dropped, it’s no wonder.
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