Jun 27, 2010 00:00
[There's a brief shot of Ironhide's face. He looks, as per usual, disgruntled, while he toys with the comm. Behind him are flashes of piles of objects, ranging from cardboard boxes of what looks like leather, to a neat row of plants in empty bottles.]
...
Need a favor. Someone.
[That's all he says before the feed clicks off.]
best get me off this plane,
autobots come in,
cranky old weapons master,
too old for this crap,
paging childthing,
ignored for science,
brb broken again