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-Enough of this. Let's fly.

Can't... make it.

-Give 'im everything you've got!

-But that's absurd.

MEGATRON: Don't touch that!

-But, Prime, I can't go. I've got too much to do here.

-Help! Get this thing off me.

-Yeah. It takes courage.

I must have it.

-Uh... 'scuse us.

-It's all over, Prime.

-Yeah, Perceptor. There's real work to be done around here.

OPTIMUS PRIME: That's enough, all of you.

-Sorry, Perceptor. We're diverting all power to the force field generator now.

Have all available Autobots ready to move out.

-Let's rip the wires and get out of here.

He must be pounding the living daylights out of the Autobots.

-I reserve judgement.

Hmm. A blocked linkage.

After millions of years... it's mine.

-We're somewhere in Megatron's neck.

-Energy! We won't need to conserve it after tomorrow.

RUMBLE: [ sarcastically ] Good shot, Starscream.

How we gonna do that?

The team of archeologists believes that the strange object,

Let me get a closer look.