...Alright, I know I'm not that drunk.

[Yes. Yes he is.]

This isn't the space station, or Fortress Maximus, or Cybertron. At least not the one I know. Your big...drone fellow was clear enough on that one.

So I guess I should find out who else got dragged here with me.

[He sounds very put-upon. And only slightly slurred. If the quake hadn't woken him he'd probably still be in a pile somewhere.]

If anyone has seen a horribly bright cassette by the name of Sundor, a little pink entertainer named Roseanna, or any of those other singing little organics...

You didn't see me.

[He waves a paw nonchalantly, faintly unbalanced by the sudden shortage of limbs to stand on.]

Not enough energon wine in my entire subspace for that.

...Oh yes, and if you see Ultra Magnus, tell him I still think this is was a stupid idea. He'll need much better bribery material this time around.

Pre. War. Vintage.

[A huffy nod followed by a lashing tail, and the feed cuts out.]