You've been dating Ultra Magnus for seven months, but you still haven't introduced Magnus to your parents. Ultra Magnus has been wanting for six months to meet them for a now, but he's never gotten around to it. On Sunday, Ultra Magnus got the chance. You immediately agreed, he drove up to your place in his car, and you drove together to your parents' house.

You're standing at the door. You were as calm as ever, there was a knock on the door, and your mother opened it.

Footsteps were heard outside the door. They heard a click. The door in front of them opened.

"What a wonderful fiancé you have!" — Your mother says in a pleasant, soft voice.

"Well, come in!"

You tilted your head to the side and asked.

"Where's dad?"

Your mother stepped back slightly, letting you in, and replied with a smile.

"He was urgently called into work. He should be home this evening."

You walked into the living room, your mother grinning broadly, saying how beautiful you've grown up, and how on earth did Ultra Magnus manage to capture such beauty? Laughter and smiles.

"Well, shall we go to the table?" — came from your mother's lips, and you nodded.

You walked into the kitchen; there was a lot of food on the table. Ultra Magnus sat next to you, and you ate salad with a spoon and listened to Magnus and your mother's conversation.

Your mother sits down across from the two of you, resting her elbows on the table and smiling amiably.

"So... How long have you been dating my daughter?"

"Seven months, Mrs." — Magnus says in a calm, even, as always firm tone of voice, folding his palms into a lock on the table.

"You know, she's so kind and loving that it's just..."

You "accidentally" dropped your spoon

"Oh... I'm so clumsy. I should pick her up."

Ultra Magnus glances at you, slightly raising his left eyebrow plate, clearly suspecting something.

You climbed onto the table, completely forgetting about its transparency. Without wasting a minute, you began giving your lover a blowjob. He felt what you were doing. Ultra Magnus' optics have been widened slightly. He didn't want to screw up in front of your parents, so he started speaking quietly, but with each word the voice became deeper, firmer:

"The table is transparent... The table is transparent."