Captions by Chee-toy

*sniff* Busted my cone..... *sniff*
dang Autobots...

Soundwave: Ooooooh... we shouldn't have eaten those ultra-beefy-mega-meaty-arse-busting berritos from Taco Hell. Starscream: You said it! My skidplates burn from the mega fire sauce!

Skipe (to self): Dang... the size of those ball-bearings!!!

Rhinox: Dang... Chee-toy can spell squat. Oprimal: Can you at lest get her to give me back my bearings?

Rhinox: HAhahaha... That'll just the spamers out of our circuts. OP: Great... Now give me a hand in fixing mine.

Rattrap: After surfing alot of these fansites... I think we have alot of angry fans.... jeezz.

As Hotshot and Smokescreen rubble, Optimus wonders why he brought them along.

"I see the future... TransMetal... Beast Machine... Mini-cons... Yuck!"

Rhinox: Don't make us have to put you two at different ends of the ship now!!

Dang.... I hate the way it smells. Can't wait to get off this planet.

They said this was something that would pervent unwanted births.

Come on Comp.... Taste the Magic!! You'll feel so good.

SMELL IT!!! SMEEELLL IT!!!!!!

Behold my secert attack.... "Shiny Butt Flash"!!!!

Hey Hot Rod!! His head is still attached, try again.

You know Wheelie... I really wish you didn't ask if my head had Donuts on them, cus I'm going to kill you for it.

Trick or treat, smell my grease, give enrgon to eat!

Mirge: I hate the fact he likes to be rocked to sleep.

Blaster: Just be still Hot Rod!! I almost got that "Shoot me!" sign off your back. Another shot should do it.

Move out of the Way!!! I want to crush the one who looks like the Pokemon kid Ash!!!!!!!

Mmmmmm....... Fruit.

Prime: Do I still have Chilli breath?

Hot Rod: Oh yeah... little more to the left. Blaster: Ya know, you really need to find someone eles to give ya back rubs.