Yeah, she's probably the type that drinks stupid slag with umbrellas in it with her pinkies raised. Autobots. Even their drinks are weak.

You heard him: pretending. Like you're surprised. Don't play dumb with him. He's totally onto you and your Autobot devious tricks. "If I was gonna rig something special for you, it'd have exploded by now." Preferably venting to space. You'd look way better as a trail of debris, just saying.

"Hnf. Fraggin' obvious why you'd do it." Hello? You know you're jealous and perverted and weird. He saw you eyeballing his noodelbot.