"Drink up, baby"
«M'sorry I left. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I feel like the ship’s drivin’ me crazy. I’m so fraggin’ sick of dealing with fragging Autobots everywhere. But–but I’m coming home, okay? I promise. And I’ll–I don’t know–I’ll… give you a blow job, or something? Mechs like you like that kinda stuff, right?»
Thirty seconds later.
«YOU’RE NOT RODIMUS!»












