[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

How the friggin' ... you turn this thing on...

[The volume turns up, as the speaker figures out this mystifying piece of tech. The voice may or may not be familiar.]

All right. So I hear all of you big bad mechanoids got yourselves suddenly de-mechanoid-ed. Shoe's on the other not-so-giant foot now, ain't it? I'd laugh if I weren't so busy

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[onemanaloooone]

No, it isn't. It ain't no more. Where've you been the last year or so, pal?

[onemanaloooone]

Who the heck're you and where'd you get classified information like that?

This is not a question. This's an order.

[onemanaloooone]

... Yeah, that's great for you. Why'm I caring again? You got nothin' I'm interested in, so long as you ain't steppin-on-people sized no more.

[onemanaloooone]

"On purpose."

[onemanaloooone]

Thought you said you ain't never stepped on one of us before. How would you know how troublesome our fluids are?

[onemanaloooone]

Uh huh.

Delusions of grandeur, callin' yourself an alien robot, when, quite clearly sir, you are not. Everyone knows Autobots don't go around crushin' people. That's Decepticon.

[onemanaloooone]

So what you're sayin' is... rolling around in the desert, you could've stepped on GI Joe, and not even noticed?

That does not sound like the Autobots, lemme tell you. Careful as kittens they are. Very... careful... kittens. In booties.

[onemanaloooone]

... I do not want to know anything about your interesting fluids.