1st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

Where... where is this! What's going on! I will not tolerate this nonsense! There is a battle going on--

[Brief moment of stunned silence, and then, a roar that shakes the communications devices of all those listening]

Where... are... my cannons! Who touched them! Show yourself! Or I shall tear this place apart to find you! How dare you lay

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[talkback_stein]

Autobots...

You're another one of those alien car robots, yeah?

[God damn it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot!

Alien car robot... my rusting aft...

[talkback_stein]

Well, that's how the other alien car robot described himself.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What other? Who was it?

[talkback_stein]

The texting Camaro.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Texting...

Bumblebee! Where is he!

[talkback_stein]

No idea, dude. He's got... you know.

Free will.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I know.

Fine. I will locate him myself.

[talkback_stein]

You're a grumpy one, aren't you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Your ability to grasp the obvious is staggering.

[talkback_stein]

I try.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That was sarcasm.

[talkback_stein]

This might come as a surprise to you, but I get that sort of sarcasm a lot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not at all surprised.

[talkback_stein]

...

[...okay the curiosity is eating at him:]

So what kind of car are you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

GMC Topkick C4500.