Category: Transformer related

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!

Victorion: HAH!

Menasor: Whuh?

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!

Victorion: What?!

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!

Superion: LOOK!!

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!