Lord Megatron was in a fair mood, work is going smoothly, everybot calm and all. It’s like nothing can go wrong.

“Dad?” The Prince, Steeljaw came up to the large throne that his father sat in, with something in his servo. “Yes, my boy?” The tyrant turns toward his son. “What is this?” The Prince asks with an innocent face, holding the object out.

A condom. A fragging condom. The tyrant freezes, unable to find the right words.

“I found this in your room…” Steeljaw mumbles.