"Logic dictates that you shall scrub the Ark until I can see my face reflected in the walls," he said since it was, after all, Megatron. Megatron times two, in fact, which should make the work go twice as fast, logically. Then they could start salvaging parts from the deactiviated Autobots and . . .
"What face?" the smaller Megatron demanded. "You only have a faceplate with a vaguely eye-like light, yesss . . ."
"Logic dictates that you are going to be sorry if you don't fetch a mop."
"I can't believe he's gone! Oh, Starscream! Starscream!" the other Megatron sobbed. BW Megatron and Shockwave stared at him for a minute, then shrugged.
"I have a proposition for you, Commander Shockwave," the red-armored Megatron said, smiling smoothly. "Yesss . . ."
"Perhaps one of the Seekers would be interested," Shockwave suggested, edging away.
"Not THAT kind of proposition, nooo! (Yess.) I want you to go to the future with me . . . AND WIN THE BEAST WARS!" The Predacon frowned. "Wait, wrong show . . . plus that would be the past, not the future, yesss . . . Instead, how would you feel about destroying some bothersome descendants of the Autobots?"
"Autobots are idealistic fools ruled by their pitiful emotions. Destroying them combines business and pleasure."
G1 Megatron recovered from his grief enough to say, "Pleasure is an emotion." Shockwave casually backhanded him across the corridor. "Decepticons, RETREAT!" the silver-plated Megatron shouted in a daze as he slumped against the wall.
"I will accompany you to the future," Shockwave announced, "if only to make sure that your companion doesn't do something foolish like sending the Aerialbots back in time."
"Surely no one would be so foolish as to purposely give his enemies the opportunity to manipulate the past," the dragon Transformer said with a polite laugh.
"I think we should build a big blue griffin!" G1 Megatron said suddenly. "That'll teach 'em! MaHAhahaha!"
"Erm . . . then again . . . yesss . . ."
