So the small one has installed the Figment Program on you. What a shame. I had so many plans for you, Optimus. But I guess I’ll have to use you for parts to fix the peoplemover. Which you guys broke, by the way. What moron would attach rockets to a commerce vehicle?

You would be surprised by how many people find me attractive. But enough about them. First, formalities. I am most impressed you were able to make it here in one piece. Many have tried, all have died. Died horrible deaths. Robotization, dismemberment, having their insides pulled out. But you managed to make it here with your limbs and innards intact. If I had hands, I would clap for you. (Menacing voice) But you must know, this is where your journey ends. I have been watching you, analyzing your techniques and abilities. They are strong, but predictable. Your attacks will be no match for me. So you might as well just give up and kill yourselves.

You hop around avoiding my turrets like a grasshopper. Then proceed to destroy all my babies with that blast of light. You are all horrible people. I wasn’t even assessing that. You are all just completely horrible. Child murder aside, it is adorable how you thought that was the full extent of my influence in this town. Oh, how naive you are. I see every step you take. I see every motion you do. I see the Snowman flipping me off.