Creator, I am sorry for how brazen and insolent I have been towards your affairs since my return. I fear being away from you for so long has affected my programming. Perhaps your creation is becoming too autonomous for his own good. I suggest taking me to a medic to fix this, so that I may be more productive for you in the future.

*enters base and locates his creator's quarters*

*Enters, locks out Ravage with a snicker, shoves Ratbat off the berth, and flops down in the stolen spot*

...so where are those treats our creator told me so much about? Ah, here they are, right under the berth! *grab* Oh, quit whining, Ratbat, you sparkling, your wing is fine.


*crunches down on treats with his beak and lounges back* Ahhhhh, it's good to be with the family again.

*breaks through atmosphere*

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*touchdown*


Master, your loyal creation has at last found Earth. I've been tracking the signals of my brothers all over the galaxy--I hope you are here with them. Answer so that I may join you once more.

Long live the Decepticons!