Hours upon hours have passed, and Grimlock still waits in the tacky decorated parking garage. Guests have come and gone, some remained, some got bored. Grimlock, totally unaware of
how his 'dear Megatron' has taken to this, is still waiting.
Somewhere in the distance, a clock strikes three in the morning. Grimlock bows his head for a moment, then lifts it up, unleashing a deafening roar.
((And that's the end of the wedding. Things didn't work out -- sorry for all the show))