Something is coming. It cannot be stalled. It cannot be avoided. It cannot be reasoned with. As the end of everything draws near, a simple instruction rings out across the prepare, confront, repel. Some people are ready for the ght of their lives. Rodimus and the increas- ingly shambolic crew of the Lost Light...yeah, they’re really not. Like, at all.
I knew it! I knew it! [bouncing and bouncing, and falling off the chair] [Well, I didn't, but I strongly suspected!] [I love how he's holding his hand in front of his chest, in this one particular place!]