| Quickstrike: I bet I can thrash your tail. Silverbolt: What? Quickstrike: You heard me. C'mon fuzz and feathers. You and me. We'res gonna tango. Right here. Right now. |
| Megatron: I wish the enemy destroyed quickly and with out mercy. And would anyone else like to object? Quickstrike: Well, I... Megatron: Yes? Quickstrike: Uh, does it all have to be quick. Cause once we cripple them, I kinda like to enjoy their suffering for a while. Megatron: I like how you think, Quickstrike. |
| Quickstrike: Uh, oh. *Gets shot by a thousand and one missiles* |
| Megatron: Ours for the asking. Quickstrike: We ain't gonna ask are we? How's about we just blast our way in there and slag everybody and TAKE IT!? Megatron: Um, okay. |
| 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. |