[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

[There is a lot of neon on the screen right now. Orange, green, yellow, it's all so very bright... What kind of bot would choose such a paint job? One that looks incredibly like the Prime Wheeljack, that's who. In fact were it not for the paint job, that blindingly bright neon green 'Con symbol and that face, this guy could probably pass himself off as Wheeljack.]

Cybertron, huh? Same planet, different universe, or whatever - if this even is any of that. Doesn't matter... The war started yet? It's only a matter of time, really. We'll all end up offlined and rusted. No avoiding it. I'm probably going to starve here.

[He vents a sigh.]

What's the point?

[Well isn't he just a bundle of sunshine and rainbows!]

Comments

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

...

That's not a word.

[Video]

[goingdownfighting]

Yeah, well, neither are you.

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

[What? That doesn't even make sense.]

...

[How does he even reply to that? He'll just. Stare.]

[Video]

[goingdownfighting]

[Yay, that means he wins.]

I'll just let you get back to your happy place.

[Video]

[dinnerdate]

As long as you stay away from me.