- Megatron: Hello and Goodbye, Transmetal Optimus Primal...
- [Screams]
- Silverbolt: Consider that my resignation from the Predacons, Megatron! I know now where my place is. May I join you?
- Optimus Primal: Well, I like your resumé.
- Optimus Primal: [in his new transmetal exostrucutre] So, the alien explosion did this, huh? How do the new bodies handle Energon build-up?
- Cheetor: Not an issue around here, big bot.
- Rhinox: This sector of the planet got the full force of the alien beam. All the Energon locally was either detonated or transformed to stable Energon cubes. As for the rest of the planet, we'll have to wait for Tigatron's report.
- Optimus Primal: Right. In the meantime, I've got a lot of catching up to do. People to meet, things to do. Specifically, to have Rattrap clear all his junk out of my quarters!
- Megatron: Excellent, reinforcements have arrived. Prepare for a full attack!
- Silverbolt: What? We outnumber them more than two to one.
- Megatron: Yes?
- Silverbolt: We have twice their firepower.
- Megatron: Yes?
- Silverbolt: We should give them a chance to surrender.
- Megatron: Um... no.
- [knocking him backward]
- Megatron: Question my command again, and I will tear you limb from mismatched limb, Fuzor. I wish the enemy destroyed quickly and without mercy. Would anyone else like to object?
- Quickstrike: Well, I...
- Megatron: [grabbing him around the throat] Yes?
- Quickstrike: Um... does it, uh, have to be quick? Uh, 'cause once we cripple 'em, I'd kinda like to enjoy their suffering for a while.
- Megatron: [letting him go] I like how you think, Quickstrike, but business before pleasure.
- Cheetor: We gotta stop 'em from reaching the base!
- Rattrap: Yeah, your department, sky cat. Fire up, and we'll be right behind you.
- Dinobot: My weapon is depleted.
- Cheetor: I need a running start.
- Rattrap: Criminy, the pair of ya! I gotta do everything?
- [turning Cheetor around, he kicks him by the butt up into the sky]