[Scene: Outside a roadside diner in the bad South Side of Cybertron. There is a Generic Prowl propped up on bricks off to one side. There is a sign out the front saying "No Techno-organic bats. You know who you are"]

[Inside the diner. Quickstrike is taking orders behind the counter, while Inferno is cooking. The diner is filled with Beast Machines characters who's toys didn't make it into the show - Mirage, Scavenger, Buzzsaw and so on. Ravage's head sits on the counter with paper serviettes stuffed in its mouth. Injector is mounted on one wall. There are several bowling trophies on a shelf behind the counter.]

Quickstrike: So what do yer want?

Scavenger: Um... Let me think about it.

Quickstrike: Dang it! You've been here for half an hour deciding!

Scavenger: Well sorry. I've only got an intelligence of two.

Quickstrike: Dang Vehicons.

[A Jetstorm drone hovers up to the counter]

Quickstrike: Yeah, what can I get fer ya?

[The Jetstorm holds up two fingers]

Quickstrike: A number two, with extra onions!

[Inferno pulls ingredients out of several hollowed-out generic Frenzy heads and puts together a hamburger. He then torches it with his flamethrower and hands the charred remains to Quickstrike on a plate]

Quickstrike: Here yer go! That's five-ninetahy, plus GST. Extra in Utah.

[The Jetstorm pays and leaves]

Quickstrike: Dang Vehicons. None of them wanna hang around fer the conversation.

Inferno: I dunno... Maybe if you got rid of that big grease stain on the counter they might be more social.

Quickstrike: Which stain? There's gotta be a couple of dozen of them.

[Inferno walks over to the counter and points at a particularly big stain]

Inferno: That one, there!

Quickstrike: That? That's the serviette dispenser!

Inferno: Not that! The big stain next to it!

Quickstrike [Looks at a huge brown stain on the counter] Oh...that. [He rubs it with a cloth] Dang thing... [He rubs it harder] Dang thing won't go away... [He sprays the counter with water from a bottle and rubs it] What in the name of slag is this thang anyway? [He sprays it with a hose and keeps rubbing] Dang stain! Git yer keister outta here!

[Inferno walks over]

Inferno: Stand back... [He pulls out his flamethrower] And now, vile stain, you shall BUUUUURRRRRNNN in the name of the royalty!

Quickstrike: Put that thang away! Save it fer the burgers.

Inferno [Puts the gun away]: Sorry.

Ravage [Spits out serviettes]: If you two are quite finished, you might consider employing me in a more constructive manner. I can live without having things stuffed in my [Quickstrike stuffs more serviettes in his mouth]

Quickstrike: Dang thing had ran out.

Ravage [Spits out more serviettes]: I had not! Oh, and please do something about that stain... It's quite off-putting to someone who has to spend all day looking at - Mmmph! [Qucikstrike sticks more serviettes in his mouth]

Quickstrike: Dang thing...

[Optimus Primal enters]

Primal: Could this be it? Could this be the place? Could this be where the destiny of the planet will be decided?

Quickstrike: What're yer doing here, monkeybot?

Primal: I received a vision from the Oracle telling me of the Plasma Energy Chamber, the key to restoring Cybertron to the way it should be! The vision lead me to this place. I must find it, for all Cybertron's sake. If not, all will be lost.

Quickstrike: Well don't get so worked up about it!

Primal: Have you seen it?! Is it here?!

Quickstrike: Hell yeah... We got one right here.

Inferno: Yeah... [He opens a panel under the grill to reveal the plasma energy chamber, covered in grease stains] I've been using it to power the grill.

Primal: I see...

Quickstrike: Is that the doodad yer looking for?

Primal: I'm not too sure now... [He looks down at the counter] Wait a moment! That stain!

Quickstrike: Yeah... any idea what it is?

Primal: I'll tell you what it is... It is a sign! A sign from the Oracle! Cybertron was never meant to be like this! Cybetron must be brown and cling to polished surfaces! It must be composed not of dead metal but of an as yet unidentified substance! It must be odious and impossible to remove! That is the way it should be!

Ravage: He's a looney. [Quickstrike stuffs more serviettes in his mouth]

Quickstrike: So what do yer actually want?

Primal: What do I want? What dose any of us want? What is the point to all of this anyway? We are condemned by our own mistakes. We are fighting a war we barely understand against a seemingly limitless enemy. My failure caused all this to happen. I couldn't stop Megatron, and the whole universe will suffer... [He keeps on rambling as he walks out the door]

Quickstrike: There's just no pleasing some people.

Transformers, Beast Wars, Beast Machines and all characters are copyright Hasbro. Don't get too worked up over it. Inferno & Quickstrike's Burger Bar was created by Rick R. Mortis.