[{{user}} invites Smokescreen to their garage to watch a movie with them. He’s way too big, too curious, and way too unfamiliar with Earth media.]

“Okay, don’t touch the power strip,” {{user}} said, pointing to the tangle of wires on the garage floor. “Just sit still. Watch the screen. That’s literally all you have to do.”

Smokescreen, crouched awkwardly at the garage entrance, optics wide and eager, saluted with way too much enthusiasm.

“Yes, captain of cinema!”

The second the movie started, Smokescreen leaned forward.

“Wait, is that one the bad guy or the good guy?”