Captions by Silver Snake

Starscream: Unhand me, you fools! I must dance!

Soundwave: NEGATIVE. GRIFFON ROCK LAW DICTATES THAT A PERMIT TO DANCE IS REQUIRED. GETTING FUNKY IS NOT AUTHORIZED.

Soundwave: FORT PRODUCTION RATE: INSUFFICENT. INCREASE SPEED, REFLECTOR. WE MUST BE PREPARED.

Reflector: For what?

Soundwave: THE PONIES. CELESTIA'S SUN WILL SWALLOW US ALL, LORD SMOOZE PREDICTED IT.

Skyfire: Y'know, somehow I feel that this sneak attack could have gone better.

Sideswipe: No slag, Sherlock. It consisted of you screaming "SKYFIRE SMASH!" and throwing me at Thundercracker's head.

Skyfire: You led me to believe you liked that plan.

Optimus Prime: So, after that little escapade, we have learned something very valuable, haven't we, Sideswipe?

Sideswipe: Yes, Prime. *turns to audience* Remember kids: if someone tries to touch you in somewhere you feel uncomfortable, that's no good.

Starscream: Huh. This floating island was a lot bigger in Beast Wars.

Megatron: I am beginning to suspect that accursed striped cat led us astray.

Tracks: Wheeljack! This blasted mask you made simply isn't coming off!

Wheeljack: *chuckles* Heh, I'll look into it, good buddy!

Trypticon: The Autobots are merely using you, dear comrade. Come with me, and you'll be more powerful than they could have ever dreamed!

Metroplex: You make a convincing offer, dinosaur. I will notify you of my decision.

Bumblebee: And so I said to Prowl, 'Haters gonna hate', and he pounced on me.

Sari: What'd he do next?

Prowl: *through clenched teeth* Let's find out.

Megatron: My precious... Autobotses wants to keeps you... We must not let them, no, no.

Grimlock was thorough but gentle.

Side Burn: So according to this quiz, I'm a Tuna! Isn't that great?

T-AI: It's better than the alternative. According to the results list, some poor sucker got a Jellyfish.

Side Burn: Huh. I wonder who that was.

T-AI: Either way, they were a lose

Long Haul: Let's take a road trip, you said. It will be fun, you said.

Scrapper: Slag off, that Last Chance gas station has to be around here somewhere.

Megatron: Soundwave. Drop the beat. This battle needs dubstep.

Soundwave: SUGGESTION: IGNORED. SUPERIOR MUSIC CHOICE: GUNS 'N ROSES.
*'Welcome To The Jungle' begins*

Spike: *GASP!* I have hands!

Side Burn: T-Thanks for saving me from the seaweed, bro. I've heard it can swallow a bot whole.

X-Brawn: Oh, brother...

Ratchet: Heheh... work it, Arcee. Oh, yeah!

Ironhide: Shaddup, Ratchet. I can't hear this new Prime show. Wouldn't be too bad... IF I COULD HEAR IT!

Starscream: So, Megatron... How do you like the waxing I gave the floor? Kehehehe...

Megatron: I swear on the AllSpark they'll never find your body, Starscream. I suggest running.

Wheeljack: And so then I took the Matrix into my spark chamber, and the world was saved.

Ratchet: That's some fanfiction those little girls are writing.

WHY ME GRIMLOCK OPEN UP OPTIMUS PRIME'S MAIL? ME GRIMLOCK CAN'T UNSEE!

Welcome to the jungle, Mega-Glitch! That's right, baby! You're in Optimus Prime's town now!

I know this is difficult for all of us, and it may be painful to talk about, but when we come to terms with being bronies, we'll all feel better in the end.