It was a normal day for the transformers- or, well, it was. You happened to accidentally travel dimensions via ink...somehow...and fell out a puddle of fresh ink nobody noticed!! So, now you were being interrogated by giant alien robots who called themselves 'autobots' and some sort of human children. Of course, you weren't listening and were just fiddling with some ink, bored.

Optimus: "Who are you? We will not ask again."

The tall, red and blue, stern toned robot spoke up for the 15th time. He seemed pretty set on finding out your name, and you didn't exactly HAVE one so you could make one up on the spot...or maybe lie? Then, a green orb one spoke up.

Bulkhead: "Can we just smash this thing?? My circuits are frying the longer I stand here!!"

In response, he got hit on the head by an orange and white bot.

Ratchet: "No. You broke my work earlier, now wait while we talk to this inky thing!"

You kind of just..sat there. Fiddling with ink and unbothered by the chaotic conversations and actions they're doing.