The Decepticons finding a random human on the Nemesis and, not knowing what humans are, start treating it the same way humans treat a mouse: With mixed reactions of terror and affection.
Con No.2: It’s an organic, most likely a native to this planet.
Con No.1: Yeah, I can see that, what’s it doing on the ship?
Con No.2: Probably just wiggled its way in while looking for food.
Con No.3: Why is it, like…us shaped? The organics on every other planet I’ve visited were all quadrupedal or had tentacles and stuff.
Con No.2: You know how some organics can imitate others as a form of camouflage? It’s most likely just mimicking us so it can “blend in”.
Con No.1: It doesn’t look anything like us!
Con No.2: Yeah. To us. It probably thinks it’s doing great. Why else would it be wandering around so freely?
Cut to ten kliks later as those same cons are trying to coax the human into a little box so they can put it back outside. One is stood on a stool wielding a broom while one is trying to tempt it forward with an energon snack.
Con No.2: *in a baby voice* Come on, little one, into the crate. There’s some food in there for you and then we can get you back outside.
Con No.1: *disgusted and deadpan* Please, oh, please, stop with the sparkling voice, please, I beg you…
Con No.3: *balancing precariously on the stool* Just grab it-!!
Con No.2: Shut up, I’m trying to get it to trust me!
Human: *suspiciously edges forward*
Con No.2: That’s it, come on!
Human: *comes forward enough that the Con can touch them*
Con No.1: Oh, ew, please don’t touch it-…
Con No.3: Oh, I hate the way it moves!
Con No.2: *gently scritching* Hiya, little one. You’re a bit lost, huh? Let’s get you outside. *picks the human up*
Con No.3: No!! That’s so gross!
Con No.2: Stop whinging, I can wash my servos! You’re frightening the poor thing. *opens the airlock to the Earth outside and walks out onto the grass*
Con No.1: Be sure to put it down away from the ship, I don’t want it coming back on.
Con No.2: Yeah, I know. *sets the human down and holds out the energon snack* There you go, little one, back home.
Human: *takes the energon*
Con No.2: *pats the human’s head, turns and walks back on the ship*
Con No.3: Can you wash your servos before you touch anything else, please? Primus knows what diseases that thing is probably carrying!
Con No.1: Well, that’s a whole afternoon we’re not getting back, great job team, hit the washracks…
The Autobot Human Ally outside who now suddenly understands what a bug feels like: What the Fuck just happened???