Incorrect Team Chaar

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Strika: 13 year old me would be both terrified and in awe at who I am now.

Oil Slick: 13 year old me wouldn't think I'd get this far.

Cyclonus: (Skywarp flashbacks) I would fight 13 year old me.

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Oil Slick: Well, it exploded, so I guess we hit something important.

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Strika: Rule number one is don’t touch anything. Rule number two is don’t touch anything. Anyone want to hazard a guess on rule number three?

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Cyclonus: Just once I want to put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so I can see both fear and arousal in their eyes, is that too much to ask?

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Strika at Cyclonus: You only own, like, two things, and one of them’s a sword.

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Spittor: You try too hard.

Oil Slick: And you don’t try at all!

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Blackout: I wonder what happened here. Spittor: Well, judging by the body bags …

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Ratchet: Traitor! How could you? Oil Slick: Wait, you’re surprised? You have heard of me, right?

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Blackout: Whoops. Strika: Whoops? Whoops? This is not a “Whoops” situation. We are far past whoops. “Whoops” is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. We are solidly in “Oh fuck” territory, and I expect you to act like it

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Cyclonus: So, did you bring Blackout? Spittor: Uh, no, but I brought the next best thing. Oil Slick: Hey. Cyclonus: Oil Slick. You brought Oil Slick. The next best thing would be General Strika. Oil Slick: Normally, I would be offended, but Strika is freakishly strong.

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Strika: Can you pick up reinforcements from base? Cyclonus: Can I pick any soldier I want? Strika: No, get Oil Slick. Cyclonus: But I don't want him.

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Strika: What makes you all smile? Blackout: Friends and Family. Spittor: Snacks. Oil Slick: Victory and success. Cyclonus: Face muscles. Strika: ...

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Cyclonus: Hey, do you know the password to Oil Slick’s computer? Spittor: Fuck you, Cyclonus. Spittor: Hey!! Spittor: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyoucyclonus". Cyclonus: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Strika: Today is the day we reveal to the whole world the existence of the "League of Villainous Evildoers Maniacally United For Frightening Investments in Naughtiness! Oil Slick: You want us to be called L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.?

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Strika: I hate mechs Lugnut: I'm a mech Strika: Did I stutter?

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Strika: What am I paying you for? Cyclonus: You’re not. Actually, on that subject …

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Spittor: You said we were friends. Oil Slick: I – I was being sarcastic. I was obviously being sarcastic. Spittor: Too late – you can’t take it back now.