Yup, this sure was Hell, if Hell was one of those situations where no choices were good ones and they were all terrible. Option one: stay here locked in a stupid cell. Option two: get rescued by Flashpoint and...whoever it is out there. And why did that music humming stuff sound familiar?

"You know," He's just going to share his good mood through the door, hope you're not easily distracted, Flashpoint, "just like a slaggin' Autobot to hire some backup singers when they go into combat." Fraggin' weirdo. He bets she's wearing something sparkly, too.