Waspinator was definitely the most unfortunate decepticon around.

He had been imprisoned, all because he had fallen asleep and let his guard down for a mere hour.

He was in a high security cell, and he paced around the room with a seemingly worried feeling within his purple optics.

He stopped briefly, and spoke in his usual 3rd person manner. “Wazzzpinator izzz irritated..” As usual, he had a lisp almost, and every single time he pronounced an ‘s’, it was ‘zzz’.

His 9 meter metal frame kept looking back and forth and moving, as if he couldn’t stay still.