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The time of the Decepticons, final victory is nigh.
Death to the Hive.
It was the energy from that blasted chamber.
That suits me fine.
Kup: How many of 'em, Prime?
I'm fear your logic is faulty.
If the Hive's found our secret base, we're finished! Let's go!
You tell them, Triggerhappy!
This is what I really call a battle!
You've got the wrong bunch!
Arcee!
All right, I'll setting them free.
Pull up, Misfire!
Come on!
This whole thing is fixed! He had an unfair advantage!
Boy, are we glad to see you!
You feel powerless to resist!
Your circuits are under my power, Lightspeed.
You miserable pile of junk!
Sixshot, show them what a one-robot army is!
and the machines, serve the Hive.