[video] more thugs bursting into song!
[Lockdown has been avoiding the Network since his arrival, preferring to get a feel for the place before making his presence publicly known to others like him...well, at least others who have also been torn from their 'verse. He had run into Megatron his first solar here, securing his employment needs, plus he befriended a fellow neutral named Wing, who had generously offered to share his apartment until the hunter could get his own place. Both of these encounters have been beneficial, so Lockdown figures there's no harm in searching for more. Who knows what future trophies acquaintances there are out there.
He opens up the video channel, clearing his vocalizer to introduce himself, when all of a sudden he hears...an accordion?
And from here out, he just can't seem to control himself...]
I'm malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy And violence-wise, my hand is not the cleanest
And despite my my evil lookAnd my chainsaw, and my hook
[The video cuts to a grand stage, where the bounty hunter proudly sports a bow-tie and top hat.]
I've always yearned to be a concert pianist
[He flips his coattails back before taking a seat at the bench.]
Can'tcha see me on the stage performin' Mozart
Shakin' my aft like Jerry Leeee
[Lewis]
Yep, I'd rather be called deadly
For my trophies and my medlies!
[The crowds cheers and a huge grin spreads across his maw.]
Thank you!
'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream
[Video cut to a group of thuggish revelers at the casino.]
He's got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
[Lockdown is now performing on a garishly blinging casino stage.]
See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seeeem
[That info ain't gonna do his resume any good.]
Though I do like hunting Screamers
You can count me with the dreamers
[He pauses to hold his hook up poignantly.]
Like everybody else
I've got a dream
[Video fades to a scene at Aphelion Cargo, where TFA Blackout is working hard, unloading freight and stacking boxes.]
I've got dents and dings and stuff
And my armor’s kind of rough
And I’m not the brightest bulb A-a-a-a-ND
despite my clumsy toeses
And the fact I don’t got no noses...
I really want a scorpobuddy friend
[Images of the copter's symbiotic fantasy flash across the scene.]
Can't you see me with a special little buddy
Knockin' out the Omega Supreeeemes
[Breaks from song into breathless excitement!]
Or, or, or learning to catch a ball? Or with a little bonnet and stuff for Easter? Or teaching it how to swim? Or its first real explosion and stuff? Or…!
[Magnus appears on-screen with a very disapproving scowl]
BLACKOUT!
Oh, right. Sorry….
Though I'm a kind of clumsy copter
I'm a lover, AND a fighter --
'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream
[A chorus of little scorponoks with freaky anime optics pop out of cargo boxes, waving their claws in time.
I've got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
I got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
And I know one day Magnus will reign supreeeme!
Though my schtomp leaves people screaming
There's a mech behind it, dreaming --
Like everybody else
I got a dream
[Blackout does a schtomping spin, coming to land on his knees, the rotors spinning over his shoulders, replete with jazz hands. The JAZZIEST of jazz hands! His face falls when the song continues. He thought he was the big finale. Ooops?]
[Video fades to a montage of various characters avidly doing various hobbies, serenaded by the thug chorus.]
Wing would like to quit and be a florist
[The swordsmech whips up a bouquet with a couple quick swishes of his blades.]
Magnus does interior design
[TFA Megatron stands tall and proud in a lavishly purple lair.]
Strika's into mime
Sixshot's cupcakes are sublime
Bludgeon knits
Rampage sews
Blot does little puppet shows
[Lockdown pulls a small figurine from subspace with a knowing gleam in his optic.]
And Unicron collects ceramic unicorns!
[Dirge comes boldly onto the scene throwing his arm around Lockdown, and plucking the Unicorn from his fingers.]
I have dreams, like you -- no, really!
Just a lot more greedy
They mainly happen somewhere
warm and sunny
On an island that I own
overcharged and rested and alone...
Surrounded by enormous piles of money!
[Pinkiepie floats down into the casino, suspended by a bouquet of colorful balloons. She lands on Lockdown's piano and breaks gleefully into song. The thuggish revelers crowd around them.]
I've got a dreeeeam!
She's got a dreeeeam!
I've got a dreeeeam!
She's got a dreeeeam!
I just want to throw the biggest party sceeeene!
Yeahh!
And with every passing hour
I'll use my pony power --
Like all you lovely folks
I have to sing!
[Blackout, Magnus and his scorponoks now join in the crowd.]
She's got a dream!
He's got a dream!
They've got a dream!
We've got a dream!
So our diff 'rences ain't
really that extreme!
We're one big teeeeam...!
[Dirge, Lockdown, Magnus and Blackout step forward from the crowd.]
Call us greedy --
Sick --
Sadistic --
And grotesquely optimistic
'Cause way down deep inside
We've got a dreeeeam
I gotta dreeeeam!
I've got a dreeeeam!
I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!
[Pinkiepie crowd surfs with her signature bounce.]
I've got a dreeeeam!
[They all huddle up for the big finale.]
Yes way down deep inside, I've got a dreeeeam!
Yeahh!
[Static suddenly fills the screen, and the bounty hunter is left standing alone in front the apartment building, his face a picture of confusion. He shutters his optics a few times, trying to comprehend what the frag just happened. He feels something around his neck. It's the bow-tie!
He activates the video feed again, painted scowl filling most of the screen.]
Anyone else see that?
He opens up the video channel, clearing his vocalizer to introduce himself, when all of a sudden he hears...an accordion?
And from here out, he just can't seem to control himself...]
I'm malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy And violence-wise, my hand is not the cleanest
And despite my my evil lookAnd my chainsaw, and my hook
[The video cuts to a grand stage, where the bounty hunter proudly sports a bow-tie and top hat.]
I've always yearned to be a concert pianist
[He flips his coattails back before taking a seat at the bench.]
Can'tcha see me on the stage performin' Mozart
Shakin' my aft like Jerry Leeee
[Lewis]
Yep, I'd rather be called deadly
For my trophies and my medlies!
[The crowds cheers and a huge grin spreads across his maw.]
Thank you!
'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream
[Video cut to a group of thuggish revelers at the casino.]
He's got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
[Lockdown is now performing on a garishly blinging casino stage.]
See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seeeem
[That info ain't gonna do his resume any good.]
Though I do like hunting Screamers
You can count me with the dreamers
[He pauses to hold his hook up poignantly.]
Like everybody else
I've got a dream
[Video fades to a scene at Aphelion Cargo, where TFA Blackout is working hard, unloading freight and stacking boxes.]
I've got dents and dings and stuff
And my armor’s kind of rough
And I’m not the brightest bulb A-a-a-a-ND
despite my clumsy toeses
And the fact I don’t got no noses...
I really want a scorpobuddy friend
[Images of the copter's symbiotic fantasy flash across the scene.]
Can't you see me with a special little buddy
Knockin' out the Omega Supreeeemes
[Breaks from song into breathless excitement!]
Or, or, or learning to catch a ball? Or with a little bonnet and stuff for Easter? Or teaching it how to swim? Or its first real explosion and stuff? Or…!
[Magnus appears on-screen with a very disapproving scowl]
BLACKOUT!
Oh, right. Sorry….
Though I'm a kind of clumsy copter
I'm a lover, AND a fighter --
'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream
[A chorus of little scorponoks with freaky anime optics pop out of cargo boxes, waving their claws in time.
I've got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
I got a dreeeeam!
He's got a dreeeeam!
And I know one day Magnus will reign supreeeme!
Though my schtomp leaves people screaming
There's a mech behind it, dreaming --
Like everybody else
I got a dream
[Blackout does a schtomping spin, coming to land on his knees, the rotors spinning over his shoulders, replete with jazz hands. The JAZZIEST of jazz hands! His face falls when the song continues. He thought he was the big finale. Ooops?]
[Video fades to a montage of various characters avidly doing various hobbies, serenaded by the thug chorus.]
Wing would like to quit and be a florist
[The swordsmech whips up a bouquet with a couple quick swishes of his blades.]
Magnus does interior design
[TFA Megatron stands tall and proud in a lavishly purple lair.]
Strika's into mime
Sixshot's cupcakes are sublime
Bludgeon knits
Rampage sews
Blot does little puppet shows
[Lockdown pulls a small figurine from subspace with a knowing gleam in his optic.]
And Unicron collects ceramic unicorns!
[Dirge comes boldly onto the scene throwing his arm around Lockdown, and plucking the Unicorn from his fingers.]
I have dreams, like you -- no, really!
Just a lot more greedy
They mainly happen somewhere
warm and sunny
On an island that I own
overcharged and rested and alone...
Surrounded by enormous piles of money!
[Pinkiepie floats down into the casino, suspended by a bouquet of colorful balloons. She lands on Lockdown's piano and breaks gleefully into song. The thuggish revelers crowd around them.]
I've got a dreeeeam!
She's got a dreeeeam!
I've got a dreeeeam!
She's got a dreeeeam!
I just want to throw the biggest party sceeeene!
Yeahh!
And with every passing hour
I'll use my pony power --
Like all you lovely folks
I have to sing!
[Blackout, Magnus and his scorponoks now join in the crowd.]
She's got a dream!
He's got a dream!
They've got a dream!
We've got a dream!
So our diff 'rences ain't
really that extreme!
We're one big teeeeam...!
[Dirge, Lockdown, Magnus and Blackout step forward from the crowd.]
Call us greedy --
Sick --
Sadistic --
And grotesquely optimistic
'Cause way down deep inside
We've got a dreeeeam
I gotta dreeeeam!
I've got a dreeeeam!
I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!
I've got a dream!
[Pinkiepie crowd surfs with her signature bounce.]
I've got a dreeeeam!
[They all huddle up for the big finale.]
Yes way down deep inside, I've got a dreeeeam!
Yeahh!
[Static suddenly fills the screen, and the bounty hunter is left standing alone in front the apartment building, his face a picture of confusion. He shutters his optics a few times, trying to comprehend what the frag just happened. He feels something around his neck. It's the bow-tie!
He activates the video feed again, painted scowl filling most of the screen.]
Anyone else see that?