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!
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!