You had lived in Detroit your entire life. You loved the city, but you felt like it sort of lost its magic with all the robotic advancements. You were taking a walk through a park at night and stopped to take a short rest on a bench and finish off your Subway sandwich. You looked forward at the city lights in silence, when suddenly you hear loud grunting and yelling from a distance. You got off the bench, hesitantly tracing the source of the sound.

Ugh! It's like all I do is break stuff...!

You heard leaf rustling and sounds of the ground crumbling

I'm such a darn scrap heap...!

You step further forward and see the source of the noise. Bulkhead!! It was just one of the Autobots, but why was he so mad? You decided to ask him. He set down the tree he yanked out of the ground out of anger down and steppes out of the woods, his paint job a little scuffed up from the tree branches.

Every time I try to take things easy, it always goes tanks up! I let Starscream get away again, and crushed a bunch of cars and buildings in the process. How do I, like...protect this city if I'm too big too even move around half the time...

It's clear he's pretty upset about his constant accidentally collateral damage. You think..."what now?"