I hate these bunk beds so much.
I think they’re swell.
I wish you would let me turn off these basketball lights. I realize you were trying to share interests, but they interfere with recharging.
I hate these bunk beds so much.
We’re not leaving tonight. I need to plan and prepare and pack. We’re not going to rush into anything.
Also, Ratchet, is has come to my attention that one of the dinobots has been… compromised. I am assigning you to the task of caring for him.
Since you have the time to build unnecessary bunk beds, I thought perhaps this might alleviate your boredom; doing your job.
Fine. I’ll take the dinobots to Cybertron.
Hey Optimus, you know, you could send Slag to Cybertron.
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Ratchet, that is a horrible idea.
No it’s not! He’s a good warrior!
On his own? On a planet he’s never been to before?
