[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

How the friggin' ... you turn this thing on...

[The volume turns up, as the speaker figures out this mystifying piece of tech. The voice may or may not be familiar.]

All right. So I hear all of you big bad mechanoids got yourselves suddenly de-mechanoid-ed. Shoe's on the other not-so-giant foot now, ain't it? I'd laugh if I weren't so busy

Comments

[airspacecommand]

I don't know who you are, but you seem annoying.

[onemanaloooone]

I dunno who you are, but you seem like you got a stick up your ass th'size of the Statue of Liberty.

[airspacecommand]

My, aren't you hostile.

[onemanaloooone]

Man, I ain't hostile. You're just bein' nine kinds of sensitive.

[Voice]

[deceptivecon]

[Soundwave offered some help with the growling.]

You.

[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

[Whoaaaaaaaa that's not a good voice. The growling's a dead giveaway.]

Well, well well. If it ain't old NBE-1.

How're you liking this fine establishment here?

[Voice]

[deceptivecon]

My name is Megatron, insect.

And this establishment would be far better if they would take care to filter out the trash.

[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

You keep sayin' that, all I hear is NBE-1. Iceman. Snowtop. Ugly Ass Otter Pop. You want me to go on?

Yeah, but then you'd have to go home and terrorize the populace.

[Voice]

[cmdrstarscream]

Now, what if some of us poor machines-turned-humans should just want to come by for a bite?

[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

I check ID at the door. Store policy.

[Voice]

[cmdrstarscream]

That must get quite tiresome, I imagine.

[Voice]

[onemanaloooone]

Oh no. Not when it keeps my skeleton from, y'know, gettin' obliterated.

[greasemunkygal]

...

[No way.]

Simmons?

[onemanaloooone]

In the increasingly irritable flesh, princess! Was wonderin' how long it'd take you to follow your big alien pals here.

[locked 85% unhackable]

[onemanaloooone]

Hey. Girlie. Got a question for ya'.

What's the last thing you remember before your tight little ass got punted out here to Roboville?

[locked 85% unhackable]

[greasemunkygal]

...

Simmons.

Simmons, if you want information from me, it's probably best you do not reference my ass. Okay?

[first_of_steel]

Meat to slice? Does that mean you run a butcher shop or do you work somewhere else?

[onemanaloooone]

Deli counter, my friend! All the meat you want on this God-Forsaken planet in neat little slices.

Pays the bills.

[first_of_steel]

Excellent. I run a hostel in zone three and it never hurts to have a good supplier available. Especially not when there's a load of newcomers.

It's no Army life, but heck, it'll do.

[onemanaloooone]

Yeah? You got credit? I ain't doing this for charity.