Yeah. Funny, you know not much changes around here… except maybe the occasional allegiance. [Dinobot freezes, turns back to face Rattrap] Find any Golden Disks lately, hmm? Pass them on to any Predacons?
You know, I used to figure I had you pegged. "Oh, yeah, he's a slag-spoutin' saurian, but at least you know where he stands." Guess we live and learn, huh?
One lonely turncoat, battling on against impossible odds. [Wipes away a crocodile tear] I'm almost... touched. Fourtuately, such moments pass quickly. Quickstrike, scrap him!
Hmmm, my ears are burning! Yes...! Why, Dinobot, what a delightful surprise! Let's see, where are we now? I have the Golden Disk, I have the power to change the future, and the only remaining obstacle in my path to unimaginable glory.... is yourself. Exhausted. Damaged beyond recovery. Defeated.
Ah-ah-ah. [reveals a captive proto-human] One more step, and it's raining bits of early human anthropoid, yes... [Dinobot hesitates] Oh dear, how positively Maximal of you. You were weakened before you started, Dinobot. Weakened by compassion.
Upwind of you for preference, vermin. [Rattrap smiles] Tell my tale to those who ask. Tell it truly, the ill deeds along with the good, and let me be judged accordingly. The rest... is silence.
[Dinobot's body shuts down, and the Maximals salute as his spark emerges and ascends into the sky]
