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[goingdownfighting]

So there I was, just about to give some Cons the thrashing of a life time, when all of a sudden I wind up here with no warning whatsoever. Kind of rude, don't you think?

I'd say someone owes me.

[Despite how terribly upsetting this is for him, he sounds pretty calm and mellow.]

Now the question is, what's a guy got to do to have some fun around here?

[Nope, he's not going to give an introduction right away. He's too busy wondering if he's going to be bored here. Priorities.]

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[goingdownfighting]

[There might be an explosion.]

Yeah, good to know. Hey, uh, think you can explain all the humans to me? I thought the rule was always 'robots in disguise'. Now I'm on a brand spanking new Cybertron with humans who somehow know waaaay too much about me than I care to admit.

I'm used to them taking off at the sight of me, now all they want to do is chat.

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[cliffjumper]

[Well, that's okay with him. Explosions are always fun.]

Yeah, well... You're gonna have to blame the time-space anomaly or whatever that keeps spittin' out all the junk, us, an' everything else that ends up here.

[He shrugs and grimaces, but it's not dislike as more frustration. Some worry. Humans, even if they can breathe and walk around on Cybertron, don't belong in this environment.]

The humans come through too. No one's choosin' who gets dumped here, or if someone is they're bein' kinda cruel. 'Cause we ain't got a lot of food for 'em or anything. They've started a garden, I think, but that's it.

An' it'd kinda suck slag if we had to go around and play at disguise on our own planet, right?

[Pause.]

... Even if this is a version of it none of us belongs on.