Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

living far under the ground.
In other words, our bodies.
- Roger dodger, Optimus Prime! - Roger dodger, Optimus Prime!
What is it, Spike? What's goin' on? Come on, tell me tell me tell me!
We gotta stop them somehow!
Whats all the hubbub?
Every second we wait takes us a million miles farther from Cybertron!
They've developed their mental powers,
At least a pay phone.
Roll out!
Wait for me! Wait for me! Don't forget your old pal, Blurr! Hold it hold it hold it!
He's already opened it.
In other words, we must have our favorite bodies. In other words, we must have our favorite bodies.
Kup: Ya know, this reminds me of the time my platoon was stranded on Regulon IV.
Counterpunch: Fine. You deal with my Autobot counterpart.
Machines! We gotta warn the others.
So, whats that prove?
I think its a neat idea!
I'm beginning to understand why you guys don't like machines.
You will back away. Back away!
Tell me, what is this planet anyway?
We've some medical equipment in one of the other caves.
But here on Nebulos, it is the people who serve the machines,
Crosshairs: 'Course, I have been wrong on one or two occasions.
Well at least you've got the thing they're after in the first place, Sureshot.