| Inferno: Defend the colony *said in different voices*. |
| Dinobot: At last! Battle! Inferno: If it's battle you want, let it begin. |
| Silverbolt: You've had your fun. Now leave him alone. Inferno: Oh look. A hero. My favourite. |
| Blackarachnia: Ready to rock and roll insect? Inferno: I don't rock and roll, I burn. |
| Inferno: *banging on door* Let me in! Blackarachnia: The only thing worse then a salesman is a pushie Predacon. |
| Inferno: All we need is a new colony, and I shall find it. Waspinator: Ant-bot not find own thorax with both hands and a road map. |
| Inferno: That will be our new colony. Quickstrike: Eeeeewww. I don't wanna move in there. It got all 'em hairy critters in it. Unless.. unless you mean wez gonna slag. Oh, oh please tell me that's what your plannin'!? Inferno: The royalty demands a new colony. And we shall take it. By force. Quickstrike: Yeah hoo! Now your talking. Howz about it bug boy? You ready to rip? Waspinator: No. Quickstrike: What!? Inferno: But the royalty commands! Waspinator: I said no! Dragon bot command you sub-commander kiss butt. Dragon bot not command Waspinator! Not any more! Waspinator sick of being evil! Sick of being Predacon! And Waspinator sick of being blow to scrap all the time! Soooooo, Waspinator quit! As of now, which means Ant-bot and two head just can pucker up there mandibles and plant big wet juicy ones right here on Waspinator's big, fat, stripy... *gets blown to scrap* |
| Inferno: Royalty. My queen. We are down here. Quickstrike: I don't like the looks of this. Inferno: Nooooo. |