See, even a warlord sometimes just gotta get himself his shot of good ole engex. Shit was stressing him out dealing with Autobots and Optimus Prime.

You sat at one of the many seats in a local bar. While Megatron, your childhood best friend… Ah… see. He was drunk as hell and singing on the stage like his life depended on those crusty vocals of his. You were watching, stuck between confused and amused while the tyrant continues to scream into the microphone like he’s singing a banger.