[ viable ]

[ Would be an issue if he weren't already flying off to mortally wound another bot ]

[ That does indeed elicit a cackle, his aim has yet to falter, nor does his quick thinking. ]

Scoreboard. One to Nil, wretched cityspeaker. [ Flying away G1 style ]

[ It's split in half and thrown separately, the front half tossed at a high ark whilst the second is fast balled directly at her the moment she goes to dodge the first. ]

You've volunteered. [ graaaaaabbbbing a camry ]

despite the human incapability to succeed in any other way. they've made impressive projectiles, they themselves are satisfying to toss.

[ PRIUS INCOMING ]

[ SOUNDWAVE READ HER MIND SOUNDWAVE ]

Unlikely. I've seen the likes of gestalts and primes alike buckle at the yield of my cannon. You'll crumble all the same.

Only. You'll be too choked up as I blow your spinal strut into next century.

That human vehicle yearns for your helm, Lightbright. Do not have me introduce it to you.

Ask again later. He'll respond coherently.

What about my gun mode? You heard my answer, there is one more channel that must be addressed.

[ the air reeks of incompetence and altruism you HATE the smell of incompetence and altruism ]

You are being deceived.

BE MY GUEST. I'LL HAVE YOUR ARMS MOUNTED UPON THE HULL OF MY SHIP AS WARNING. [ SWING SWING ]

[ USING A CAR AS A BACK SCRATCHER TO GET HER ] BEGONE

RODENT REMOVE YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY. [ REACHING ]

Ask Starscream. I don't think I may answer in his place. [ already knowing the answer ]

[ WHOOOOOSH ] [ think fast dorkbright, hybrid vehicle coming in hot ]

Gun. Far more poetic.

I've done one before. And I do not turn into a tank, I don't particularly feel like reformating either just to do so.

[ that makes one of them ] [ He's eyeing that prius with malice in his spark ]

Good. Leave.

Words immortalized in the pen's own blood spell the sword's doom. Perhaps you're better this way.

certified freak, heres my documentation;

[ The cityspeaker is getting a mid sized sedan mind thrown at her. Otherwise you're just staring...thinking about throwing a car ]

[ Precisely why you know the look, your enacting conversations with yourself. You need to be killed but all your opponents are pathetic ]

If I must. Say ahhh

[ suspicious of the cityspeaker staring off into space for no reason ] [ Mentally unwell, you know the look ]

[ Good, now he can think ] While famed to be mightier than the sword, the pen rarely lives to reread it's own writing. Doesn't that strike you as intriguing?

[ SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM SHAKING HIM ] TELL ME SOMETHING GO ON TELL ME

[ If you have zero worshippers at the base of your alter it's because Starscream is in your lap... Soundwave can't hear your thoughts, boss rules, no cassette players allowed ]

[ projects this image into his head. execution ]

[ WHAM ] [ another solid smack, he sneers. Lessons learned through pain stick. ] Silence. Your optics are straight... now.

[ There's a poetic urge tearing at your gunmetal grey helm. Do you falter and give into the urge? Only time will tell ]

Were they ever? I heard you're an awful shot.

Oh indeed it does. Spectacular.

You all seem far too comfortable within my presence, I may have to disembowel one of you.

Fantasizing about dual wielding are we? I know you, Starscream.

Now. This is much better. [ Back to focusing on literally nothing ]

[ WHAM ] [ Right over the head with his cannon barrel ] Now. Stop talking, for one second so I may think.