Soundwave has had enough of the nonsense that Megatron and Starscream put him and the Decepticons though! So, armed with his cassettes and his voice, he’s taken over the Decepticons!
Motormaster: Oh, I see! Running away, are we? YOU YELLOW-PLATED GLITCH SPAWNS! COME BACK HERE! I’LL BITE YOUR ANKLES OFF!
Stunticons: MOTORMASTER, NO!
Superion: Now, the question is, how do we explain this to Optimus? I mean, I’m getting a processor-ache from all my components arguing over how to tell Prime that the supposed “Ultimate Decepticon Combiner” fell so easily.
Victorion: My components already agreed that we shouldn’t even try. We just tell him that our intel was wrong.
Superion: …I mean, I GUESS it ain’t a lie.
Victorion: Look, we’ll tell Prowl first, ask his advice on how to tell the Prime, then we follow through on it.
Superion: Yeah, that sits on my processor a lot better.
Motormaster: *Looks around at his injured teammates* …All right, we’ll call it a draw.
Victorion: A…a dr…whu…I mean, whuzzu…I can’t…
Superion: Might I suggest we leave them? Their leader’s clearly delusional.
Victorion: …Yeah, I guess we should go.
Menasor: …THAT’S IT! YOU AUTOBOOBS ARE SCRAP! I’LL RIP YOUR SPARKS OUT FOR THAT!
Superion and Victorion: YOU’LL WHAT?!
*Injured Stunticons moan in protest*
Menasor: *hops around* Come on!
Victorion: What are you gonna do, leak Energon on me?!
Menasor: I’m invincible!
Superion: You’re stupid, is what you are!
Menasor: Menasor cannot be beaten! Have at you! Come on!
Superion: Okay, you’re just hobbling around on one leg. Are we done here?
Drag Strip: Please! Say we’re done!
Wildrider: Menasor, PLEASE! Even Primus wants you to stop!
Dead End: Think of your remaining parts!
*Menasor kicks Victorion as she stands up*
Victorion: Look, stop that!
Menasor: Chicken! You’re a chicken, whatever that is!
Wildrider: Please, stop! You’ll decombine at this rate!
Dead End: For once, listen to him!
*Menasor continues kicking*
Victorion: Listen to your friends, because I’m taking your leg if you don’t…*one more kick* RIGHT! THY LEG IS MINE!
Superion: And he’s supposed to be a more stable Combiner.
Victorion: Victory is mine! *Kneels* We thank thee, Oh Solus Prime, that in thy mercy…
*Menasor kicks her over.*
Menasor: Come on, then!
Menasor: Have at you!
Victorion: Thou art brave for a Decepticon, but this fight be mine!
Menasor: Oh, still in prayer mode, are we? Little lady had enough?
Superion: Look, you stupid bastard, you got no arms left!
Menasor: Yes, I have!
Menasor: Just a mesh wound.
Victorion: Now, stand aside, worthy adversary!
Menasor: This is just a scratch!
Superion: A scratch?! She just sliced your arm off!
Menasor: No, she didn’t!
Victorion: Then who’s that lying on the ground?!
Dead End: Oh, Primus! The pain! It’s terrible! Just kill me already! My life sucked already!
Menasor: I’ve had worse.
Victorion: You liar!
Menasor: Come at me, Toots!