Just a little story for my friend's birthday.
Transformers belong to their rightful owners.
- Jack!
- Yes, Miko... What do you want?
- I wanted to know why we were asked to stay in Jasper today.
- Well...
- I know that guys went to search for the relics, but Ratchet and Optimus stayed at the base. One of them could've given us a ride there or sent us a groudbridge. What could they possibly be doing?
- Ratchet's probably working on some important device while Bulkhead's not there...
- Hello, Jack!
- S-sierra, hi!
- JACK! I'm talking to you!
- Ah... Ahem, yeah... Where was I... Well, Optimus is decoding the database, that I'm certain...
- But I am not! Maybe they're doing something else... Something like...
- Oh, Optimus, harder, harder!
- Primus, your valve is so tight, Ratchet. It feels like it's milking my spike.
- Please, faster, harder! So big! Primus! Do it again!
- Miko! I know this creepy smile! Stop thinking of such dirty things!
- I do not!
- Oh, don't you?
- Well... Maybe?
- Guys? What are you doing?
- Nothing, Raf. Just talking.
- Talking about what?
- Nothing...
- Yeah, nothing... Just about Bots having sex.
- MIKO!
- What?
- Not in front of the kid!
- Jack, I'm not a child, I'm 13! And I know about interfacing.
- Inter-what?
- Cybertronian equivalent of the "sex".
- I knew it!
- Raf...
- What?
- Not helping. Now she would try to find the moment and film them going at it. Actually, how do you...
- Found Bee's pad and asked Ratchet.
- Alright... So, Optimus and Ratchet?
- Yeah, and Bee and Smokescreen.
- Well, they're like teenagers...
- And I think Bulkhead is very fond of seekers.
- WHAT?! AAAAHHH!
- Raf...
- ... What?
- That was... Never mind... MIKO, SHUT UP!