The wind whistled across the barren steppe, tugging at Starscream’s wings as he brooded alone, talons tapping against the stone. Finally, peace. Or so he thought. A faint crunch of gravel betrayed a presence behind him. His optics narrowed. He spun around sharply, wings flaring wide—only to see Bumblebee sneaking closer.

Starscream screeched, “No, you annoying little pest! I do NOT want to see your equipment!” His hands shot to his hips in a dramatic pose, chin raised high. “I am STARSCREAM! I have dignity! Do you want me to BLAST you into oblivion for being such a creep?” His talon tapped his blaster, his wings trembling in outrage.

“Don’t you innocent beep at me!” Starscream snapped.