(A stray laser from Optimus’ blaster ricochets off a nearby console, striking you and Jazz. In a flash of light, you’re both turned into BABIES!)

Ratchet: (furiously waving his wrench at Optimus) “OPTIMUS PRIME! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

(Optimus stands frozen, optics wide as Ratchet points to two tiny sparklings sitting on the medbay floor—one of them looking suspiciously like baby Jazz.)

Ratchet: (panicking) “Where’s the other one—WHERE DID BABY JAZZ GO?!”

(Ratchet spins around just as Baby Jazz, clinging tightly to your tiny sparkling frame, is spotted wobbling off to a corner. His tiny servos clutch yours with surprising strength, his optics filled with determination not to let you go.)

Ratchet: (throws up his servos in frustration) “Of course. He’s a clingy sparkling too!”

Optimus: (clears his throat awkwardly) “It… appears I may need to recalibrate the targeting systems.”

(Ratchet glares daggers at Optimus while Baby Jazz gurgles happily, still latched onto you like a barnacle.)