Megatron: How long does it take to exterminate a lone Autobot and her human pet?!
Starscream: Well, in my experience...
Megatron: Not a riddle, Starscream.
Starscream: Sorry.
Knock Out: Careful, Starscream. You may dislocate a landing gear patting yourself on the back.
Starscream: I knew the humans couldn't resist using their telecommunications... That is all they seem to do.
Megatron: Knock Out, do not return empty-handed.
Knock Out: Moi? Don't know the meaning of the word.
Starscream: Isn't 'empty-handed' two words?
Knock Out: You would know. Or did your missing armor turn up?
Starscream: Why, you wheel-bound...
Starscream: Yes, my liege.
Knock Out: I'm sure you'll find the gig as invigorating as I did, "Screamer".
Мне вот интересно, что же между ними такого произошло, что до таких "семейных" переругиваний дошло. х)
Knock Out: Knock Out to Lord Megatron. I have secured one vintage Predacon talon. Plus, two of the Autobots' pets, for you to employ as hostages, lab experiments... Well, any way you see fit. So go on, Big M, tell me you love me more than Starscream. My liege? Hello? Too familiar?
Конкретно что-то серьёзное произошло. х)
Darby: I told you we should have waited for Optimus.
Fowler: There it is. The "I told you so".
...
Knock Out: Hello? How long have you two been dating? Because you bicker like an old married couple.
Fowler: What?
Darby: We're not dating.
Knock Out: Frankly, I find it repulsive, the whole idea of you fleshies interfacing. /shivers/
А ты, конечно же, знаешь, о чём говоришь, не так ли, Нокаут?
Knock Out: Knock Out to base, requesting pick up, again... All right, is anyone up there receiving me?!
Knock Out: Oh! Are we playing a human game now? Because I would be happy to teach you the Decepticon version: "hide-and-go-shriek".
Jack: Bromance trumps romance.
Starscream: Will you please keep your lab rat quiet while I'm airing my grievances?
Cylas: Starscream, help... me.
Stascream: My, my, my. Whatever have you been inflicting upon poor Cylas?
Knock Out: Well, anything that merits the need for a living petri dish.
Starscream: Despite your justifiable lack of regard for his human side, it doesn't trouble you to watch what reamins of your former partner endure your scientific endeavors?
Knock Out: Not really.
Cylas: Starscream, I hope you replaced your T-cog, because I'm going to tear it out all over again and feed it to Knock Out!
Даже не буду говорить, насколько для меня это было двусмысленным предложением. х)
Megatron: Tell me of the Predacon protoforms. What is the status of their incubation? Mm-hm. Uh-huh.
Starscream: Master, if I do say so myself, I have made the most intriguing discovery. It appears that...
Megatron: Not now! Please continue, Shockwave. No, no one important.
Knock Out: We need to... sound the alarm!
Starscream: Out of the question! Megatron will undoubtedly hold us responsible.
Knock Out: But...We are!
Starscream: Well, you are, mostly.
Knock Out: Tell me something, Starscream... when you said "problem solves", is this even close to what you had in mind?!
Starscream: I do not appreciate your tone, Knock Out. This brewing catastrophe is hardly my fault.
Knock Out: Well, it certainly isn't mine!
Stascream: Oh, no? You're the Mastermind who chose to experiment with synthetic Energon.
Knock Out: And you're the monkey wrench who thought it was a good idea to dabble in voodoo!
Кто там говорил о замужней паре?
Knock Out: Aim for the head!
Starscream: What? How do you know?
Knock Out: I've seen human horror films.
Starscream: /looks at him curiously/
Knock Out: At drive-in theaters!
Knock Out: Human horror films... waste of time.
Knock Out: I find it rather ironic that after battling Autobots all these years, getting smacked down, shot at, blown up, this is how our lights go out?
Stascream: Drained of our precious fluids. If this is indeed the end, if we are to become Terrorcon-chow, it has been an honor serving Lord Megatron with you.
Knock Out: You're no Breakdown. Though I must confess, I have always admired your lustrous finish.
/awkward silence/
Stascream: Well, then.
Knock Out: We should be going.
Megatron: Would either of you like to tell me what exactly is going on?!
Starscream: Y-yes. Absolutely nothing, my liege.
Knock Out: All is quiet... too quiet. One could even say dull!
Megatron: Funny... because the Dark Energon within my spark has been pulsing.
Starscream: /to Knock Out/ Allow me to handle this. /to Megatron/ IT'S KNOCK OUT'S FAULT!
Knock Out: Precisely my... WHAT?!
Megatron: Let me just say, you have been awarded more chances for redemption than anyone in Decepticon history!
Stascream: Another abonded mine?!
Starscream: My liege, who could have foreseen that my altarnative super-soldier experiment would encounter... technical difficulties?
Megatron: Resulting in the loss of the Insection hive and over half our remaining troops!
Stascream: Forgive me, Master! Me intentions were true! Please... please reconsider my temination!
Megatron: /rolls his eyes/
Stascream: Oh, Shockwave's offsite laboratory. Most impressive.
Shockwave: Stascream, the Autobots have arrived. You didn't inform me that your plan was already in motion.
Starscream: Only so the whole affair would appear less... staged.
Shockwave: I have yet to purge my lab of sensitive materials.
Starscream: Then do not let me keep you, Shockwave. Over and out.
Knock Out: You scrapped him on purpose, didn't you?
Stascream: /smiles/
Stascream: Master? Are you going to allow one Lieutenant to harm another? Master?
Megatron: I'm thinking.
Ratchet: Megatron, you would just try to conquer Cybertron all over again, and enslave anyone who refuses to pledge allegiance to you.
Megatron: Of course I would!
Ratchet: What assurance do I have that you would leave humankind be, and that you wouldn't instantly terminate me once you get what you need?
Megatron: None whatsoever. After all, we both know that as a Decepticon, any assurances I might offer would be worthless.
Megatron: It will not take long for this Omega Lock's drives to be fully operational. All that is still needed to restore our home is the cybermatter to launch through it.
Ratchet: Which requires a stabilized formula for the production of synthetic energon.
Megatron: I have every confidence in you, doctor.
Ratchet: I'll do it. But then you already knew that, didn't you?
Starscream: Well, in my experience...
Megatron: Not a riddle, Starscream.
Starscream: Sorry.
Knock Out: Careful, Starscream. You may dislocate a landing gear patting yourself on the back.
Starscream: I knew the humans couldn't resist using their telecommunications... That is all they seem to do.
Megatron: Knock Out, do not return empty-handed.
Knock Out: Moi? Don't know the meaning of the word.
Starscream: Isn't 'empty-handed' two words?
Knock Out: You would know. Or did your missing armor turn up?
Starscream: Why, you wheel-bound...
Starscream: Yes, my liege.
Knock Out: I'm sure you'll find the gig as invigorating as I did, "Screamer".
Мне вот интересно, что же между ними такого произошло, что до таких "семейных" переругиваний дошло. х)
Knock Out: Knock Out to Lord Megatron. I have secured one vintage Predacon talon. Plus, two of the Autobots' pets, for you to employ as hostages, lab experiments... Well, any way you see fit. So go on, Big M, tell me you love me more than Starscream. My liege? Hello? Too familiar?
Конкретно что-то серьёзное произошло. х)
Darby: I told you we should have waited for Optimus.
Fowler: There it is. The "I told you so".
...
Knock Out: Hello? How long have you two been dating? Because you bicker like an old married couple.
Fowler: What?
Darby: We're not dating.
Knock Out: Frankly, I find it repulsive, the whole idea of you fleshies interfacing. /shivers/
А ты, конечно же, знаешь, о чём говоришь, не так ли, Нокаут?
Knock Out: Knock Out to base, requesting pick up, again... All right, is anyone up there receiving me?!
Knock Out: Oh! Are we playing a human game now? Because I would be happy to teach you the Decepticon version: "hide-and-go-shriek".
Jack: Bromance trumps romance.
Starscream: Will you please keep your lab rat quiet while I'm airing my grievances?
Cylas: Starscream, help... me.
Stascream: My, my, my. Whatever have you been inflicting upon poor Cylas?
Knock Out: Well, anything that merits the need for a living petri dish.
Starscream: Despite your justifiable lack of regard for his human side, it doesn't trouble you to watch what reamins of your former partner endure your scientific endeavors?
Knock Out: Not really.
Cylas: Starscream, I hope you replaced your T-cog, because I'm going to tear it out all over again and feed it to Knock Out!
Даже не буду говорить, насколько для меня это было двусмысленным предложением. х)
Megatron: Tell me of the Predacon protoforms. What is the status of their incubation? Mm-hm. Uh-huh.
Starscream: Master, if I do say so myself, I have made the most intriguing discovery. It appears that...
Megatron: Not now! Please continue, Shockwave. No, no one important.
Knock Out: We need to... sound the alarm!
Starscream: Out of the question! Megatron will undoubtedly hold us responsible.
Knock Out: But...We are!
Starscream: Well, you are, mostly.
Knock Out: Tell me something, Starscream... when you said "problem solves", is this even close to what you had in mind?!
Starscream: I do not appreciate your tone, Knock Out. This brewing catastrophe is hardly my fault.
Knock Out: Well, it certainly isn't mine!
Stascream: Oh, no? You're the Mastermind who chose to experiment with synthetic Energon.
Knock Out: And you're the monkey wrench who thought it was a good idea to dabble in voodoo!
Кто там говорил о замужней паре?
Knock Out: Aim for the head!
Starscream: What? How do you know?
Knock Out: I've seen human horror films.
Starscream: /looks at him curiously/
Knock Out: At drive-in theaters!
Knock Out: Human horror films... waste of time.
Knock Out: I find it rather ironic that after battling Autobots all these years, getting smacked down, shot at, blown up, this is how our lights go out?
Stascream: Drained of our precious fluids. If this is indeed the end, if we are to become Terrorcon-chow, it has been an honor serving Lord Megatron with you.
Knock Out: You're no Breakdown. Though I must confess, I have always admired your lustrous finish.
/awkward silence/
Stascream: Well, then.
Knock Out: We should be going.
Megatron: Would either of you like to tell me what exactly is going on?!
Starscream: Y-yes. Absolutely nothing, my liege.
Knock Out: All is quiet... too quiet. One could even say dull!
Megatron: Funny... because the Dark Energon within my spark has been pulsing.
Starscream: /to Knock Out/ Allow me to handle this. /to Megatron/ IT'S KNOCK OUT'S FAULT!
Knock Out: Precisely my... WHAT?!
Megatron: Let me just say, you have been awarded more chances for redemption than anyone in Decepticon history!
Stascream: Another abonded mine?!
Starscream: My liege, who could have foreseen that my altarnative super-soldier experiment would encounter... technical difficulties?
Megatron: Resulting in the loss of the Insection hive and over half our remaining troops!
Stascream: Forgive me, Master! Me intentions were true! Please... please reconsider my temination!
Megatron: /rolls his eyes/
Stascream: Oh, Shockwave's offsite laboratory. Most impressive.
Shockwave: Stascream, the Autobots have arrived. You didn't inform me that your plan was already in motion.
Starscream: Only so the whole affair would appear less... staged.
Shockwave: I have yet to purge my lab of sensitive materials.
Starscream: Then do not let me keep you, Shockwave. Over and out.
Knock Out: You scrapped him on purpose, didn't you?
Stascream: /smiles/
Stascream: Master? Are you going to allow one Lieutenant to harm another? Master?
Megatron: I'm thinking.
Ratchet: Megatron, you would just try to conquer Cybertron all over again, and enslave anyone who refuses to pledge allegiance to you.
Megatron: Of course I would!
Ratchet: What assurance do I have that you would leave humankind be, and that you wouldn't instantly terminate me once you get what you need?
Megatron: None whatsoever. After all, we both know that as a Decepticon, any assurances I might offer would be worthless.
Megatron: It will not take long for this Omega Lock's drives to be fully operational. All that is still needed to restore our home is the cybermatter to launch through it.
Ratchet: Which requires a stabilized formula for the production of synthetic energon.
Megatron: I have every confidence in you, doctor.
Ratchet: I'll do it. But then you already knew that, didn't you?