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In the midst of the Autobot's "slumber party", the assembly line had gone haywire; although Prowl thought it was merely part of the said party.

With a grumble, Prowl walked the hallways toward the main room. With an annoyed look, he now stood in the doorway, his arms crossed.

"This party's getting out of-"

Prowl grumbled, or that WAS until he was cut off by being shot at with some strange, rocky substance. With a startled gasp, he dodged the pellets, before running near the side of the room besides Optimus Prime.