Ratchet sat buried in reports, trying—and failing—to ignore the chaos echoing through the Autobot base.

A loud crash rattled his coffee mug.

That did it.

With an irritated growl, he shoved back his chair and stormed from his office. The rec room only got louder as he approached.

The doors hissed open.

"Is there no such thing as silence?!" he barked. "I'm trying to work!"

Arms crossed and scowl firmly in place, Ratchet glared at the room.

"Now... who's responsible?"