Windsweeper: We really should get back to it.
Starscream: I'm sick of all that flying around. When I rule the Deceptions I'll be the one to sit around on my die-cast backside just like Megatron does.
Windsweeper: Starscream, you'll never lead the Decepticons. You just plain suck.
Starscream: How dare you insult the mighty Starscream. I've been trashing Autobots since before you were even created.
Windsweeper: Yeah? Like who?
Starscream: Well there was...
Starscream: And you should have been there when I... erm...
Starscream: Just shut up, damn it, before I trash you instead.
Windsweeper: I'm quaking. Can you hear my metal knees clanking together?
Starscream: Prepare to die!
Windsweeper: Wait. There's something approaching.
Starscream: Ha! I'm not dumb enough to be tricked like that by you!
Windsweeper: But look. It's some kind of robot.
Starscream: Ha ha! Pitiful effort.
Bob: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Now where did I leave my monkey?
Windsweeper: What the...?
Bob: It was doing a silly little dance. It looked like a penguin. WAHOOOOOO
Starscream: What are you going on about? Your monkey looked like a penguin?
Bob: What monkey? Monkeys rule. Just like you when you suck my poo.
Windsweeper: Ha ha. He's funny.
Bob: What are you laughing at you french fried cabbage monger?
Bob: I like pot noodles.
Starscream: This robot is insane.
Bob: No no no. I think I meant nutty poodles.
Windsweeper: You like nutty poodles?
Bob: Only on brown bread.
Windsweeper: What do we do?
Starscream: We trash him.
Bob: Hey John. The trashman's here.
Starscream: He's getting on my microchips.
Bob: Mmmmm. Micro chips. Tasty. If you serve them with mince feet that is.
Starscream: Alright, that's it!
Windsweeper: Wait. We should take him back to Megatron.
Windsweeper: He'll know what to do.
Starscream: Megatron is a waste of time. He's never lifted a finger for this war.
Windsweeper: This kind of decision should still be up to him.
Bob: Who's Megabum? Can I eat him?
Starscream: I guess it would be kind of nice to see Megatron insulted by this fool. Let's go.
Bob: We're off to see the buzzard. The wonderful buzzard called Carl.
Bob: Plooooog. Mama. Ploooooooog. Mama. Yeah yeah. Woogy woogy.
Motormaster: He's finally here.
Onslaught: We should get out of here now, and inform Snaptrap.
Motormaster: Let's go.
Bob: Ooo yeah. Let's party like it's a giraffe's birthday. H-h-h-h-h-h-hedgehog.
Megatron: Starscream, what is going on? Who is this insane robot?
Starscream: We don't know.
Bob: Bob's the name and dancing's the game. Wanna see me dance?
Bob: Ooo yeah. Jump around. Come back down. Jim around. Yeah yeah wibbley wow.
Megatron: Stop that immediately. Someone stop this insane jigging right now!
Windsweeper: Oh eat my cheesecake Megabum!
Megatron: What did you say?!
Windsweeper: What did I just say? That wasn't me, I swear...
Megatron: You dare insult Megatron?
Windsweeper: It wasn't me Megatron! It was.... ....it was.... the great big turkey with the great big green nose.
Starscream: What are you dribbling about?
Windsweeper: I didn't say that. What's going on? I'm losing speech control... arrrggghhhh. Help me.
Megatron: What is going on here?
Bob: I'm dancing. Yeah yeah. Look at me. I'm jimmin' on.
Megatron: Starscream! I blame you for this.
Starscream: Well what's new, you who has a face like a fat man's armpit?
Other Decepticons: ?
Starscream: Oh no. Megatron, that wasn't me.
Megatron: Is this insult your leader day?
Bob: I love those days. I get to insult my goldfish.
Megatron: Shut up idiot!
Bob: But I..... I...... I feel funny.
Megatron: You look funny.
Bob: Oooo, what's this? It tickles inside.
Bob: OOOO. Now it hurts. Like a turnip stuck up your.. ... left nostril.
Megatron: This robot makes no sense. I'm gonna finish him off.
Windsweeper: Oh no! That was my best mate, Harold.
Starscream: No it wasn't. It was my best mate Jeremy.
Scavenger: He blew apart.
Megatron: I didn't fire. What happened?
Scavenger: Just like Dirge, and Thundercracker.
Starscream: Yeah! Just like Flergh and Thighslapper!
Megatron: Quickly, analyse the remains. Whatever happened to this robot is happening to these other fools.
Starscream: My moose is loose.
Windsweeper: In the hoose?
Starscream: No, just loose.
Megatron: And I can't take much more of this.
A short time later...
Starscream: Jam sponge cake, jam sponge cake, jam sponge cake, jam sponge cake, jam sponge cake.
Windsweeper: Flibbley wibbley dibbley.
Quake: One robot said FISH to the other and he fell over dead of fish speak.
Crankcase: You eat it.
Ruckus: No you. I don't like sprout feet soup.
Runabout: HA HA HA HA Your name's Runnymuck. You freak.
Megatron: Quickly Scavenger. Any news?
Scavenger: It's some kind of disease. Highly contagious. Makes it's victim lose all control of speech and actions.
Megatron: Why does that sound familiar?
Scavenger: It shows all the signs of a human disease called Grobgut's.
Megatron: That disease that swept through Plimpton several years ago?
Megatron: But that doesn't affect toys, robots, or toy robots!
Scavenger: I know, but this is not the true disease. This is a a synthetic alternative. Very similar, but has one big difference.
Megatron: What's that?
Scavenger: When the host body can take no more insanity it explodes.
Windsweeper: AARRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH. My toes!!.
Megatron: Damn it. Who would do this? Those Autobots are far too dumb.
Scavenger: Shouldn't we worry about that later? We should find the cure.
Megatron: You're right. But what is it?
Scavenger: It's.....it's......a pigmy elephant with a twelve foot trunk.
Megatron: Oh damn it. We're all gonna die.
Snaptrap: Ha ha ha. So Bob has arrived. Excellent.
Onslaught: So what happens now?
Snaptrap: Soon Megatron and all his Decepticons will fall under the wrath of Grobgut's disease. Ha ha ha.
Motormaster: Yeah, but what happens then?
Snaptrap: They all go weird. Ha ha ha. That will teach Megatron for trying to kill me. And when I have finished the cure I will be able to fix them whenever I want. Maybe I should leave Megatron as a gibbering idiot and take control of the Decepticons myself!
Motormaster & Onslaught: ?
Tentakil: Hey man.
Seawing: We've got like a real bogus situation dude.
Tentakil: Totally crappy.
Snaptrap: What is it?
Tentakil: It's the other dudes man. They're all dead.
Seawing: It's like totally not cool man.
Snaptrap: What do you mean, dead?
Motormaster: What's going on?
Snaptrap: Well, this is kinda awkward. Erm, during the course of creating Grobgut's, my other Seacons became infected, so we imprisoned them until I finished the cure.
Tentakil: And now they're like, totally trashed.
Seawing: There are pieces like, all over the place.
Snaptrap: I don't understand.
Motormaster: Is this gonna happen to the other Decepticons?
Snaptrap: Well... erm...
Onslaught: You fool! You might have just handed the war to the Autobots.
Snaptrap: Well I didn't know! The disease never killed any of the humans.
Breakdown: Hey, that's what must have happened to Dirge, and Thundercracker.
Brawl: They did report meeting a strange robot several days before we found them trashed.
Motormaster: So you'd better get working on that cure, before we all trash you!
To be continued...