[Tarn's had a lot of good days, here, there, and everywhere, but this is probably going to go on the top of his list of favourite days this week.

Eventually he'll try to coax the monster out of the city (since he'd like his neighbourhood to stay mostly in one piece and all) but for now, he's just doing to stand there, grinning like a doofus, and take absolutely zero initiative to stop the Driller from doing ANYTHING.

At some point, while destruction of Prima's property is still within the double digits, Tarn whistles. Or rather, the happy little tank that's been chugging along, whistles, and hey, would you look at that! He's got an energon cube sitting jauntily on his roof.]

Your drive for finding Autobots is commendable, and your dedication to the Decepticon cause even more so! You deserve to be rewarded.