Dread not
There's 35 foot of black movie style Decepticon sitting on a big couch with his legs stretched out in front of him, his feet resting on a big feline drone, who is purring like thunder. He's been hiding this past little while, but the hiding's ended. There are many things on his mind, but it never occurs to him to talk about those. Instead he asks a different question.
"Hotshot mech that keeps slagging himself up off roading in a sports car alt. Better to just kill him now instead of waiting for him to finish himself?"
It's really hard to tell how serious he is.
"Hotshot mech that keeps slagging himself up off roading in a sports car alt. Better to just kill him now instead of waiting for him to finish himself?"
It's really hard to tell how serious he is.