"How…do you lose…an entire…BODY?!" Bumblebee questioned, "Especially one your size! It's like losing a planet or something."

"I don't know," Bulkhead shook his…you know, "It's like I was just standing there. Then there was this sudden shock. And then…nothing. Could this day get any worse?"

"Well, at least I have some news," Ratchet said, "You're not really your head. You're currently a robotic skull with a layer of synthetics and Bulkhead's mind. An android's head."

"And that's gonna make me feel better?"

"Don't worry Bulkhead, the police are already looking for your…body. And we're on our way to help," Optimus assured, "Bumblebee, you take care of Bulkhead."

"No problem," Bumblebee patted Bulkhead's head, "Little buddy."

"It just got worse," Bulkhead groaned.

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"Oh I get it! You're tired of looking up to me," Bumblebee chuckled, "Now you know how I feel." Bumblebee set Bulkhead on top of a ladder. Bulkhead fell off, rolled on the ground, and knocked over several barrels. "Awesome! Bowling for Bulkheads! Let's do it again!"

"Uhh, let's not. I still need to make art pieces for the gallery. And I don't have hands!"

"I can do it! I mean, if you can, how hard can it be?"

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Bumblebee set the blowtorch down and admired his work.

"See? With your imagination, and my hands, it's magnificent! It's inspiring," Bumblebee cheered.

"It's on fire!" Bulkhead screamed. The blowtorch had been left on and the flames had spread to the art piece.

"Oh! I got it! No problem! Uh, where's the fire extinguisher?!"

"Attached to Prime!"

"Okay, well problem. Don't just sit there! Gimme a hand!" Bulkhead gave him a look instead. "Right, sorry." Bumblebee ran off and returned with a hose. He sprayed a blast of water at the piece and accidentally swept Bulkhead away in the current. With some quick handywork, Bumblebee "repaired" the art piece and used Bulkhead as the center piece.

"Uh, Bumblebee, I'm all for being one with my art. But this might be taking it a little too far!"

"I was just trying to help. You need to relax."

"What I need is a body!"

"Alright alright! Don't lose your head!"

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"When I heard what happened to Bulkhead, I'd suspected my former employee, Henry Masterson, might've been involved," Sumdac said. Ratchet attached his eye piece. He scanned the room for Bulkhead's DNA, fingerprints, and shoeprints.

"Bulkhead was definitely here," Ratchet concluded.

"Then let's get moving," Fanzone said, "This place gives me the creeps."

"As well it should captain," Sumdac warned, "If Masterson has Bulkhead's body, it cannot be a good thing."

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"We're on the trail for Bulkhead's body. We should find it…soon," Optimus reported.

"Take your time," Bumblebee smiled, "We found a temporary body that's working." Meanwhile, Bulkhead hummed a tune while painting, with tudor-bot's body. Suddenly Bulkhead started shaking, then ran in place.

"What are you doing?" Bumblebee asked.

"I feel like I'm running! And smashing through things. It's weird."

"I knew this day would come. You finally lost all your marbles. With what little you had to begin with."

"I'm serious! I can feel it."

"Maybe I should check the news." Bumblebee clicked on the news station.

"I'm here on the scene where the Autobot Bulkhead has gone on a destructive rampage!" the news-bot reported. Bulkhead's body, now wearing the Headmaster unit, tore through fences and other defenses with his wrecking ball, strength, and size.

"Well, on the bright side, we found your body." Bulkhead's body easily dispensed with the police drones using his wrecking ball. When reinforcements arrived, he knocked down a communications tower with the wrecking ball, bringing the tower down on top of them.

"I can feel everything my body's doing! But I can't stop it!"

"you're like a savage war-bot!"

"Listen up noobs!" Henry Masterson appeared on the television, "The Headmaster, that's me, has just hacked your regularly scheduled program to give you posers some real news! This solar fusion power plant is under my total domination! You have one hour to pay up seven hundred billion dollars of the long green delivered personally off the back of Isaac Sumdac. Or I'll cook up an overload that'll frag the entire state of Michigan! I prepared a simulation for the creatively impaired. Domination station: total wasteland!" A small simulation of Detroit appeared with an explosion directly at the center, "So pay up, or be owned. Mhmhmhm ahahaha!"