Two figures are sitting on a table, staring at each other silently. They are about the same size, but the grey one is almost weightless due to his cheap plastic and poor mold. Yet the red seems to be trying to get out of his way, longing for loneliness where he could mourn by his own wreck. The grey one is glaring at him belligerently, gloating with envy. The red figure is real Hasbro, his plastic is hard and heavy, the mold is almost perfect. The insignia on his shoulder is intact: an Autobot symbol, obviously.
The grey doesn't need a mirror to show him his weakness. He's a knockoff, his joints are loose or not molded at all, his plastic has no power. If they had to fight, he would proove to be just as pathetic as the other figure.
The red ignores him, as he's busy with his own shame. Recently he transformed into truck mode, trying to hide the lack of his right leg – only to make the lack of his shield even more evident. He can take whatever form, he will remain incomplete, wounded, unable to fight.
He looks at the grey figure. The other one has no insignia on his body, but his head is the Decepticon symbol itself. So he shares the same table with his enemy? He tries to stumble farther, but it's impossible for him with only one leg left. The grey one doesn't attack, though: he seems to be aware of the power relations too, but nevertheless, he has weapons. They cannot do anything but wait, seeminly in peace with their fate, watching each other as grey dust slowly covers them both.