re_alignment | [Video] [Originating outside Megatronus's temple] [also, plenty accents to go around]

[It's amazing the communicator still works, with how much he's freakin' hitting it. It spins dizzily down, aside, up, then back down, until you've got Frenzy's face all up in yours. He looks agitated, annoyed, and a little sour - there's a dent in the top left side of his helm, as well as a crack along the top left corner of his red visor.]

Those myztical stupid trashbins in rags told me I'm in some fraggin' alternate u-ni-verse, on an alternate Cybatron. I fell from some fraggin' tear in time er whatever an' I've been given dis ugly thing. [He points to the Megatronic glyph on his arm, though you can't see it with how he's angled the communicator.] An' I told 'em, stop tryin' t'miss wit' my processors; told 'em ain't NO ONE make a mark on Frenzy, an' then I...!

[Frenzy trails off. Frowns.] Well, I was gonna shoot 'em, but my fraggin' guns are lost somewhere. Dat's what they said. Prolly took 'em. But I did fight one-a dem. Knocked it outta da fraggin' ball mark, know what I'm sayin'? Sent the sparklin' cryin' for his mama! [Sure, he's laughing and boasting, but there's still something off, as if he's lying. But shh, you don't notice that. He doesn't even bother to mention his superficial head/visor wounds.]

Anyway, where th' frag is Soundwave? Rumble? Laserbeak? Scrap, the entire fraggin' family!? I know I can't be th' only one offus here! [grumble] Just my fraggin' luck if I'm surrounded entirely by dumb Autobutts...