Topsy Turvy Contest - Optimus Prime's Bad Bay
'Enough!' Optimus Prime slammed his hands on Teletraan-One's console, causing the computer to short circuit and black out.
Bumblebee was forced to take a step back. He'd never seen Prime like this before and he swore he could see steam escaping from his leader's concealing faceplate. He wasn't alone in his shock as Jazz, Wheeljack and Ratchet looked to each other, unsure of how to handle the situation.
'I don't ask for much. All I'm asking for is one day, ONE, when we don't have to deal with fuel shortages or parts shortages or test after test of Wheeljack's self-destruction weapons, or -'
'In Wheeljack's defence, Prime,' Ratchet began. 'He's-'
'Don't you start!' Prime addressed the medic. 'He blows up something, you sweep it under the base somewhere until it either burns or explodes.'
'That's very unfair, Prime.'
'Oh yeah? The fabulous Dinobot project. That worked a treat, didn't it?'
'It has its rough edges.' Ratchet apologised.