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and other Earth people.
WHEELJACK: All right!
-The Dinobots.
Hmm. Where could...
-Don't worry, we'll find the little guy.
MEGATRON: Show me the progress of my slaves, doctor.
BUMBLEBEE: Decepticon Headquarters.
-Hypno-chip control?
-Roll for it!
That oughtta cook that tinfoil turkey!
The Earth is to be mine when you are through with it.
Dinobots, transform.
and are now completely under my control.
Prepare to fire, Thundercracker!
to repel all rain and hail molecules.
-Megatron, look out!
Just a wrench.