Captions by Prowl Worshipper

CJ: Mirage! They...they

M: I'm listening, buddy...

CJ: I can't...say it!

M: Come on, I'm here for you, tell me what's wrong...

CJ: (sobbing) THE SLAGGERS CANCELLED FUTURAMA!!
HOW CAN I GO ON LIVING!?

RA: Priiiime, Prowl hit me...
OP: One more word and I'll turn this convoy right around and go home!
RA: But-
OP: That's it! We're all going back to the Ark, and you can forget about those new fuel injectors.

Alright, which one of you RUST BUCKETS drew stick figures of Starscream in my favourite issue of Playbot?!

No, you CANNOT have the Seekers over to play!

Bluestreak, under his breath: Geez, he gets really weird without his morning cup of oil!

Twister, Transformers-style!

IT'S NOT A G-STRING!!

W: YES!! We finally found some fluorescent lights that don't buzz incessantly!

B: Wheeljack, I know it was hard on you, finding out that you're going to be a Decepticreep in Armada, but freezing up and holding your breath in protest is NOT going to help.
W: Why?
B: Cause we DON'T BREATHE, Dipstick! You look like a comple

W: Let's do the Timewarp againnnn!
B: Oh Primus help us...he's been watching the Rocky Horror Show tape again!

OP: By the power of Greyskull, I HAVE THE POWERRRR!
P: Uh, Prime...?
OP: You! Shut up!

CLEAN YOUR SLAGGING ROOMS!!!

The next 'Bot who says "Are we there yet?" is going to be donated to the National Crash Test Association!!!

B: Wheeljack, if you're impersonating that slagging mime again, I'm going to put these in you BEFORE you transform.

W: Heh, and how do you intend to accomplish that...ohh. OK, the arms are down.

I don't give a stinking slag about your premonition Mirage!
Now you, yes, YOU, Prowl, stop your stargazing and you and Ironhide get your lazy tail-pipes into gear, find Ratchet and Brawn, and get yourselves on that shuttle!

Slagging hell Soundwave, you cost me a fortune! Why couldn't you have been designed to operate on normal batteries like everyone else! Also, if these aren't compatible, stiff coils cause Starscream lost the receipt.

Why...why was I...programmed...to feel...paiiinnn...

Download THIS!

S&S: Daddeeeeee!
M: Oh Primus they've been into that 100% proof Energon again!

Bennnd and stretch, reach for the stars! There goes Jupiter, here comes Mars!

(My fellow Aussies will get this one)

The other Autobots witness the dangers of letting Tracks go off his "special" medications......

Ooooh! A brand-new Paint-by-Number Wheeljack!

That's the last time I eat Thundercracker's cooking!

For Primus' sake, somebody help me! Ratchet wants to convert me to a 1990 Nissan Pulsar!

The Transformer version of "You'll go blind doing that" !

Has someone got the transforming instructions for this?

R: Hold on, Crystal Barbie, I know Peaches'n'Cream Barbie is wearing your shoes...Ratchet will fix it...there, who's a pretty dolly then! Yes, YOU are, yes! Oh, look, Princess Kelly is inviting you over for a tea party! We better find somet

T: Aaaaww, can I keep him, can I can I pleeeaase? I promise I'll feed him and walk him and play with him and I'll never never be lonely again!
S: You really were deprived as a child, weren't you, 'Cracker?

Damn! I forgot to record Survivor!

DON'T. CALL. ME. BONES.

Now, did anyone ELSE have a comment on my bedside manner?

J:(To self) Oooh, Prow- Wings? What the?
S:(To self) Oooh, Thun- Huh? No wings?
Both, opening optics: EEEEEK!!
J: WHAT in the name of Primus are YOU doing in my dream?!
S: YOUR dream? What are YOU doing in MY dream?!

Both: HOLY SLAG! AAAUUGH!

*T

A RAISE!?

Hey, are these hard things inside the human supposed to snap when I squeeze?

T: Uh, guys? Was this in your contracts too?

Other Autobots: Yeah, but we read the fine print before signing.

T: Fine print?...D'OH!

P: Uh, Slingshot? Could you please pull over a sec?
S: We're at 20,000 feet, you moron! Why?

P: Well...do you happen to have a bathroom on board?

S: Oh for the love of Primus! Why me? *Please let me crash into a mountain, please let me crash i

I can't get that slagging Frasier theme song out of my head!

For the LAST TIME! It's NONE of your BUSINESS where my trailer goes!!!

And you thought human females got bad PMS...

And thus Prowl, Mirage and Ironhide learned the hard way not to whine about the lack of Energon cookies in the staff lounge.

Brain? That thing that was in here? Long gone!

R: Oops...uh...can someone get me my manual? (To self)I can't remember where this goes...Oh well, it's probably not vital...I hope...
(To Skyfire, falsely cheery) Don't worry, you'll be just fine!
(Yelling) MANUAL!! NOW!!
S: (To se

OP: I don't know how to tell you this, but...there is no Santa Claus.

I: WHAT!? Slagging hell, you mean I've been behaving myself all year for NOTHING?

WJ: Thanks, Prime. Now what is there to live for?

See Prime, I told you they'd all play together nicely if we promised to bring back pizza.

YOU and HE did WHAT in my Med-bay?!

T: Jazz! Jazz, I swear to Primus I didn't mean to run over your Walkman! Jazz? Jazz!?

J: (Offscreen, ignoring T) Hey! Who wants to play Pin The Spoiler On The Corvette?

W: A spider! Get it off! Get it OFFFF!

R: Hold still, dammit!...Hey 'Jack? Did you know there's nothing between your ears?

OP: (Offscreen, muttered) That explains a lot...