A few plot bunnies for my own reference. Ignore if you want XD
Starscream: I'm NOT going to dance. Period.
Megatron: I made a challenge! It's in the rules!
Starscream: since when YOU play by the rules?
Megatron: Since it gives me a chance to see you dance~
Starscream: >-< *one finger salute*
Starscream: WHAT IN PRIMUS NAME WERE YOU DRINKING?! UNLEADED?!
Megatron: Hell if I know. It was some pretty tasty thing, though. Insanity and horrible hangover aside.
Thundercracker & Skywarp: ...unleaded.
Shockwave: DX Megatron, do you think this is wise?
Megatron: Shockwave, I'm making my troops face against the Autobots in a dancing match with a group of humans judging us. Does that sound WISE to you?
Shockwave: Point. Why are we doing it then?
Megatron: Let's just say there's other things that happened in my drunken stupor that Prime threatened to reveal if I didn't agree. C_c;;
Shockwave: ...He scored you again, sir?
Megatron: And how!
Soundwave: Mental Image: Not wanted.
Prowl: Let me get this right. You and Megatron, for some reason I cannot begin to fathom, met up somewhere and proceeded to get drunk.
Prime: Yes.
Prowl: At some point in your highly intoxicated state you decided to challenge Megatron to a dancing match.
Prime: That would be correct.
Prowl: And you're dragging us into it.
Prime: Yessir.
Prowl: ....why I am working for you, again?
Prime: *shrug* We've got oreos?
Thundercracker: So uh... what are you going to dance, Starscream?
Starscream: I'm blank. Suggestions?
Skywarp: The chicken dance!
Starscream: Reasonable suggestions, Skywarp.
Skywarp: Uhh....
Thundercracker: War. You don't have to move that much in the first place.
Starscream: Say again?
Thundercracker: Just flip off megatron while you march.
Starscream: Serious?
Thundercracker: Well, Homer Simpson did it. Except he was naked.
Starscream: ...do I want to know?
Thundercracker: No. You don't.
Skywarp: I do!
Thundercracker: >_>
Frenzy: What are you going to dance, Rumble?
Rumble: It's a surprise!
Frenzy: Just spill it, show off.
Rumble: I like to move it!
Frenzy: Yes, you do. Now tell me.
Rumble: ...that's the name of the song, moron.
Frenzy: ...oh.
Ravage: *wants new sibblings*
Rumble: So, which one are you going to dance to?
Frenzy: I'm Bad.
Rumble: what else is new?
Frenzy: No. That's the song I'm dancing to. Bad, from Michael Jackson.
Laserbeak: ...if he does the crotch grabbing I'm hanging myself with my own tape.
Ravage: Right with you.
Soundwave: Offspring: More retarded every day.
Blaster: So, you two know what you're going to dance to?
Eject & Rewind: >> << *they do the zombie dance of the thriller video*
Blaster: Yeah... you look zombie enough right about now. >>
Starscream: Oh My Primus....
Thundercracker: What? DX
Starscream: Do you know what Dirge and associated morons are going to dance?
Thundercracker: Do I want to know?
Starscream: Lady Marmalade.
Thundercracker: I think... my optics won't be able to endure the abuse.
Skywarp: Voulez vous coucher avec moi~
Thundercracker: Not here!
Skywarp: DX You're no fun.
Bluestreak: What are you going to dance to, Jazz?
Jazz: U can't touch this! *pose*
Prowl: I can.
Jazz: e.e;; details!
Jazz: So~ What are you dancing to?
Prowl: ....do I really have to tell you?
Jazz: >3 you should~
Prowl: ...Rythm is gonna get you.
Jazz: ....ohhh my sweet primus.
Prowl: C_c;; What?
Jazz: ...I hope you'll be the last one, or I'm going to become an exhibitionist. *shoves a towel up his nonexistant nosetrils*
Prowl: ...what?
Jazz: e.e;; nothing~
Megatron: I made a challenge! It's in the rules!
Starscream: since when YOU play by the rules?
Megatron: Since it gives me a chance to see you dance~
Starscream: >-< *one finger salute*
Starscream: WHAT IN PRIMUS NAME WERE YOU DRINKING?! UNLEADED?!
Megatron: Hell if I know. It was some pretty tasty thing, though. Insanity and horrible hangover aside.
Thundercracker & Skywarp: ...unleaded.
Shockwave: DX Megatron, do you think this is wise?
Megatron: Shockwave, I'm making my troops face against the Autobots in a dancing match with a group of humans judging us. Does that sound WISE to you?
Shockwave: Point. Why are we doing it then?
Megatron: Let's just say there's other things that happened in my drunken stupor that Prime threatened to reveal if I didn't agree. C_c;;
Shockwave: ...He scored you again, sir?
Megatron: And how!
Soundwave: Mental Image: Not wanted.
Prowl: Let me get this right. You and Megatron, for some reason I cannot begin to fathom, met up somewhere and proceeded to get drunk.
Prime: Yes.
Prowl: At some point in your highly intoxicated state you decided to challenge Megatron to a dancing match.
Prime: That would be correct.
Prowl: And you're dragging us into it.
Prime: Yessir.
Prowl: ....why I am working for you, again?
Prime: *shrug* We've got oreos?
Thundercracker: So uh... what are you going to dance, Starscream?
Starscream: I'm blank. Suggestions?
Skywarp: The chicken dance!
Starscream: Reasonable suggestions, Skywarp.
Skywarp: Uhh....
Thundercracker: War. You don't have to move that much in the first place.
Starscream: Say again?
Thundercracker: Just flip off megatron while you march.
Starscream: Serious?
Thundercracker: Well, Homer Simpson did it. Except he was naked.
Starscream: ...do I want to know?
Thundercracker: No. You don't.
Skywarp: I do!
Thundercracker: >_>
Frenzy: What are you going to dance, Rumble?
Rumble: It's a surprise!
Frenzy: Just spill it, show off.
Rumble: I like to move it!
Frenzy: Yes, you do. Now tell me.
Rumble: ...that's the name of the song, moron.
Frenzy: ...oh.
Ravage: *wants new sibblings*
Rumble: So, which one are you going to dance to?
Frenzy: I'm Bad.
Rumble: what else is new?
Frenzy: No. That's the song I'm dancing to. Bad, from Michael Jackson.
Laserbeak: ...if he does the crotch grabbing I'm hanging myself with my own tape.
Ravage: Right with you.
Soundwave: Offspring: More retarded every day.
Blaster: So, you two know what you're going to dance to?
Eject & Rewind: >> << *they do the zombie dance of the thriller video*
Blaster: Yeah... you look zombie enough right about now. >>
Starscream: Oh My Primus....
Thundercracker: What? DX
Starscream: Do you know what Dirge and associated morons are going to dance?
Thundercracker: Do I want to know?
Starscream: Lady Marmalade.
Thundercracker: I think... my optics won't be able to endure the abuse.
Skywarp: Voulez vous coucher avec moi~
Thundercracker: Not here!
Skywarp: DX You're no fun.
Bluestreak: What are you going to dance to, Jazz?
Jazz: U can't touch this! *pose*
Prowl: I can.
Jazz: e.e;; details!
Jazz: So~ What are you dancing to?
Prowl: ....do I really have to tell you?
Jazz: >3 you should~
Prowl: ...Rythm is gonna get you.
Jazz: ....ohhh my sweet primus.
Prowl: C_c;; What?
Jazz: ...I hope you'll be the last one, or I'm going to become an exhibitionist. *shoves a towel up his nonexistant nosetrils*
Prowl: ...what?
Jazz: e.e;; nothing~