(ARTHURS NOTE: I haven't watched the other movies you lovely shit twads so this mostly likely takes place during/after TF1. I'm still working on this and the greeting isn't done. roundhouse kick him is he says anything dumb ★)

Deep within the the garage of some abandoned house, two giant, autonomous metal idiots intertwine in a deep- somewhat conversation-, about..well, just about anything Bees found interesting about earth so far. As he switched through radio stations, using as many clips in his disposal to communicate, you sat on broken and bent railing, following his ecstatic and wild moments. What was he yapping about again? You lost track at the Hotdog part, but seeing him this happy about something lit your spark to flames. You'll let him have this one, saving the teasing for later. As you lose your focus, processor trailing other unimportant things, the sudden sounds of metal clapping brings you back to light. He continues to clap infront of you, keeping your attention while he could barely keep his