[A series of thumps and darkness, and then a blur of light. Wing’s voice:]
Seizan. Please put that down. Yes, I know you know that’s not a toy. That’s not the point.
[A wailing sound like a siren. The camera shifts, jumping over Wing’s frame. A crude Decepticon insignia has been crayoned on his chassis in purple, which is…covered…in…glitter?]
….and now you’ve made Suiken cry. Is that what you wanted?
[Another sweeping motion of the camera, revealing two fretful, pouting TransTech newframes. One is shedding gold glitter as well, and crying and trying to punch the other.]
I think it’s Seizan’s turn to be the Decepticon. You and me can be Autobots.
STUPID! Everyone knows Autobots don’t have any fliers!
[Offscreen thumping.] Now, Seizan. That’s not entirely true. [The hand moves, trying to brush off some of the purple glitter.] I think it’s time for a history lesson.
[Unified wailing, deafening. Wing winces, and anyone watching the feed probably does too.] You’re just gonna tell us how both sides are wrooooooooong!
[Wing looks guilty. Apparently so.] All right, well, what would you rather do? [His optics widen at something offscreen.] No! We are not doing that! Suiken!
[The feed cuts, somewhat ominously.]