Man: Stay still...He can't see us unless we move (Trypticon stares for a moment and then shoots them)
Prime: (pats shoulder) congratulations quinty, even when you finally got a toy made out of you, you still failed to sell any.
(As Prime and Primal charge into battle, the little kid from TF Armada stares blankly and turns to his mom and says...) Kid: Mommy! i just saw a giant monkey riding a semi truck and now they're fighting a purple t-rex shooting a Walter-P38. Mot