| Dinobot: Dinobot Terrorize |
| Dinobot: Dinobot Maximize |
| Dinobot: You Idiot! |
| Dinobot: I prefer to defeat my opponents the old fashion way. BRUTALLY! |
| Optimus: For a Predacon Dinobot, you have qualities I could like. Dinobot: And you are equally skilled. When I am leader, I shall have you recycled with full honours! Optimus: Well, THAT'S JUST PRIME! |
| Megatron: What do you say? Dinobot: *chuckles* EAT SLAG!!! |
| Dinobot: Fear not, Optimus. I shall insure that your funeral has a glorious one as befits a warrior who died in battle. Optimus: 'fraid I'll have to miss it Dinobot. I'm not scrap yet. |
| Dinobot: Wait. Look. Down there. In the sky. Is it a bird? Rhinox: Maybe a plane? Rattrap: Nah, it's Optimus! |
| Dinobot: By the Inferno, I am bored. |
| Dinobot: I'm afraid he's gone for good. A shame really. He was such a handsome creature, and, quite tasty. |
| Dinobot: You won't get me! |
| Dinobot: Peaceful. Optimus: Very peaceful. |
| Rhinox: I'm in a bad mood. Understand? Dinobot: Uh-huh. |
| Dinobot: A diffident improvement. Although, in your case, it's not difficult. |
| Dinobot: At last! Battle! Inferno: If it's battle you want, let it begin. |
| Dinobot: To be, or not to be. That is the question. These disks I hold; are they a record of what will be, or only of what may? For if the future is indeed immutable for told, then my demise is but moments from the confirmation. For I could not live for my master of my fate. But, if the future can be changed, if these disks merely record one path of all the merit ways the cosmos might conform, then the power is infinite, and yet still limited. For they can be used but once. And in that changed be render forever fiction forever more. I could destroy them. But, no. That would be a coward's answer. I will look the truth instead, then it will be either them or me that face oblivion. 'til then. |
| Dinobot: Predacons live to command. |
| Dinobot: Tell it truly the ill deeds, along with the good and let me be judged accordingly. The rest is silence. |
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Dinobot: Negative. The question that once haunted my beings has been answered. The future is not fixed. My chooses are my own. And yet, how ironic, For I now find I have no choice at all. I am a warrior. Let the battle be joined. |
| Dinobot: This will hurt. |
| Dinobot: This all seems hauntingly familiar. |
| Megatron: I am your master. I am your creator. Dinobot: And I have my honour. |