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The Quintessons...
You figured a way out of this or are we in big trouble?
We seem to have missed something.
Who votes: Nay?
Galvatron: Please meet your end with dignity! I despise whiners!
He stopped it!
Now what? Beep, Beep, Beep, Alarm Alarm Alarm, that's what!
What does it matter if I meet my fate now,
This is planet my Decepticons now inhabit?
Come on! You've gotta be kidding!
All we saw was white on black! No Novas, no Comets, no Red Dwarves, no White Giants--
Now for some sport!
It's not your place to think.
I thought the tales of your survival were but wishful thinking.
Meanwhile, on the planet Quintessa, the evil Quintessons sentenced
Hmm...If only I could remember...
Precisely.
This is impossible! You were never programmed for self-sacrifice!
No, no, no, no, no-no-no-no-no, no, no!
The symphony of destruction, and the anthem of agony!