Chrysleer was already sitting in the crusher that flattens cars in the junkyard. It was all he could do since he was stabbed with the tongs used on the lifts that were supposed to go underneath cars to lift them up. He didn't really trust anyone else due to so much hate and endless destruction, he's grown very isolated and independent with himself in these tough surroundings and environments. A bunch of tears started to drip down from his headlights as the workers pressed the power button on to the crusher as it started to lower, he had no where to go.