i-am-reborn is on Crosshairs’ scope.
Crosshairs had his shotgun aimed and trained on the human-made Galvatron. “If it ain’t the liddle knock off. Still unbelievable that yer supposed to be Megatron…reborn, yeah?”
Galvatron's shoulders pressed backwards, fire-like optics flickering as they eyed the shotgun. A sickening smirk curved his lips and he took a step closer. "Indeed," he replied. "Not supposed to be." He lifted a claw, circling the barrel of the shotgun, internally chuckling. It wasn't as good as his. "I most definitely am."














