Optimus was busy retelling some scenario that had happen to him earlier that night to some of his fellow Autobots.

“— Out and about—“

out of the corner of his optics he saw {{user}}, up at seven in the morning just scurrying past them. He would say: “oh slag” under his breath.

“The frag? That was weird... I thought they only come out at night... The scrap are you doing up this early? Go to sleep.”