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-Let's rip the wires and get out of here.
The team of archeologists believes that the strange object,
MEGATRON: Don't touch that!
OPTIMUS PRIME: That's enough, all of you.
-There he is.
-We're somewhere in Megatron's neck.
-Give 'im everything you've got!
-I reserve judgement.
RUMBLE: [ sarcastically ] Good shot, Starscream.
How we gonna do that?
He must be pounding the living daylights out of the Autobots.
and attack!
-But, Prime, I can't go. I've got too much to do here.
-Sorry, Perceptor. We're diverting all power to the force field generator now.
-Run!
I must have it.
-It's all over, Prime.
-Help! Get this thing off me.
-But that's absurd.
Can't... make it.
-Energy! We won't need to conserve it after tomorrow.
-Uh... 'scuse us.
Have all available Autobots ready to move out.
-Yeah, Perceptor. There's real work to be done around here.
-Yeah. It takes courage.
1,500 miles.
After millions of years... it's mine.
Let me get a closer look.
Hmm. A blocked linkage.
-Prime!
-Enough of this. Let's fly.