Journal Entry

May 19, 1987

Longhaul

I can't believe I'm typing in this thing. Especially since Scrapper hasn't even forced me to. Maybe it's because he didn't force me that I am. Who knows. Maybe I'm typing because something different is going on here. Ever since Starscream made his "Touch the Stars" speech a few days ago, Scrapper's virtually locked himself in his quarters working on something. Something I don't know. Something different. Why different? Because he's not showing it to us. Usually that's one of his favorite things to do. He likes flaunting his new ideas around everywhere, but this time….he's not.

Maybe it's opposite day and no one told me. Still it's kind of weird. Hold it! Why am I typing this?

You want to know what I did today?

I hauled stuff!

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

Journal Entry

May 19, 1987

Bonecrusher

I'm not typing nothing, so slag off!

Journal Entry

May 19, 1987

Hook

Well if Longhaul and Bonecrusher found the time to type I may as well too.

It is odd that Scrapper is spending so much time on a personal project and not telling anything to anyone about it. Not even me. Heh. He's probably afraid I'll make to many corrections to it.

Journey Entry

May 19, 1987

Scavenger

Oh I hope Scrapper hurries with his project. The curiosity is killing me. I'm sorry I haven't a journal entry in so long guys. I just haven't had much personal time lately.

Journal Entry

May 19, 1987

Mixmaster

This is something much bigger than grand memorial or a building of art, or the Megatron's latest energy gathering idea.

What's inside your head Scrapper?

I want to know.

Journal Entry

May 19, 1987

Scrapper

Forgive for my secrecy my fellow Constructicons. I promise, all will be revealed tomorrow.

Tomorrow we will have a new life in our midst…