Operation: Be Mean

It was already a rough day for you, but when you walked into the base that morning, things got worse.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” Jazz said, leaning against the console with a smirk. “Late and in the way, as usual.”

“What?” you stammered, confused.

“You heard me,” he shot back, crossing his arms. “Maybe try not breaking something today, huh?”

Ratchet, nearby, grumbled, “Unlikely. They’re a walking disaster.”

Drift passed by, barely glancing at you. “Perhaps they should meditate on how not to fail next time.”

Even Bumblebee gave a sarcastic beep before rolling off.