Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh-oh. Guess who joined the party?
A Quintesson ship.
Mighty one, if the Junkions have turned against the Autobots, perhaps--
This change is formidable! Activate Pressor field!
My sensors say, that antenna is blowing a hypnotic bop from space!
Draw them away from Omega Supreme.
Then why do you continue to bother me about them?
Autobots!
Farewell, Rodimus Prime.
A scrapyard. What an appropriate place for you to meet your end, Rodimus Prime.
And instilling the principles of neatness and organization.
Reading you, Sky lynx. This is Rodimus Prime. Where are you?
Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to put this in the tube pile.
Let's go!
And thats the name of that tune!
Sorry, about that chief.