Rattrap

"Well lop off my head and call me a crock pot..!""We're all gonna die!" "Shut up Rattrap"Rattrap: Yeah, like I care... You know we was supposed to be doing deep space exploration? Playing galactic patrol was nowhere in my job description, you know what I'm saying? You sure you're cut out for this commander gig? Optimus Primal: Remember the Great War, Rattrap? If the Predacons get enough Energon they'll start it again. We can't let that happen. Besides you wanted exploration, and here we are on an unknown planet - what more do you want? Rattrap: Well, call me picky, but a working space craft might be nice! Optimus Primal: *sigh* Just no pleasing some people...Rattrap: Sheesh. Where's my cyberviolin? Rhinox: Very touching Silverbolt, but she's just in stasis lock. Rattrap: Yeah so if you could stop crushing her to your manly torso plate for a while, what say we start the repairs? Silverbolt: Yes um very well.Optimus Primal: Well fought, my friend. You saved the valley. You saved the lives of those who live here, and those still to come. Dinobot: Then.. there is nothing to regret... Rattrap: It's like I said.. you're just a slag-spoutin' saurian.. but it's nice to know where you stand... Dinobot: Upwind of you for preference, Vermin."I know this little place where you can get dirty mech fluid with just a touch of radium. Take your head right off! Not only that.. ehh, not only that.. but the servant bots are walkin' around minus their torso plates, ya know what i mean?"