( Well hello there... )

Hello friends! Snaptrap reporting in to let all of you know that I'm busy doing some very important things in my room! Please do not worry for me if you happen not to see me for a while! Please do not disturb me. Everything is fine.

Hnn. Glad that drone business is finally done with. Even I can get tried of eating that same thing, over and over again, and those drones where hardly of a superior vintage, so to speak. I'm finally back out of the slagging bowels of the Nemesis and back in my own rooms...which are in need of a serious remodeling, I might note.

Not enough water.

I think I'll have to correct that.



And a bit of an open notice to a...certain 'fellow hunter' on board. You know who you are, little 'bot...

You and I are going to have to have some playtime at some point. You seem like an interesting ...challenge. I'll be sure to meet up with you again sometime.

You can count on it.

Hnn. I never thought I could get tired of eating, but I am starting to get bored with the same fair of drone after Bombshell drone. It was fun the fifty seven times, but it is starting to get old. Their slagging legs keep getting caught between my teeth, and I'm sure I am going to have to file my fangs to get them back to a decent razor-sharpness once more. And they don't squirm well enough on the way down. Pity.

...That, and their naggingly endless singing is starting to get on my last few nerve circuits.



On that matter, I hope others are planning on getting their slagging afts down here eventually. An all-out attack soon would be nice, my fellow Decepticons. The monotony of all of this is enough to drive one to madness... Of course, I tend to enjoy my little bouts of cannibalistic insanity, though I can't say the same for others in my vicinity at the time.

So do be so kind as to hurry up, will you?

Seacons! Make your way to the base if you are not already here. Our special talents have been called upon by Lord Megatron. There is a hunt on board the Nemesis - a hunt of epic proportions. Insecticon drones are loose on board, and I hunger for something a bit more substantial - and a smidgen more crunchy - then organic flesh can provide.

...Yes, even you Skalor. You unique pungency may even be useful for driving the skittering beasts out from the ventilation system and into our grasp. And if that makes the base unlivable for a week or five, there is always the sea for us, my brethren.

Tentakil, I am sure you can spare a moment from your carnal indulgences to participate in an hunt for actual prey - or have you forgotten how to hunt for prey that fills your tanks, rather then just sates your lust?

Nautilator ...try not to bring the base down on our heads when you inevitably stumble over your own many legs on your way in.

Hmmm.... This 'Earth' place is quite amusing. While it takes a bit to get used to the feel of processing organic matter again, I do believe I shall enjoy this planet. So many different things to eat. And so very much of the planet is covered with water... Delicious.

Seacons! Assemble for a hunt! I'm feeling peckish. Nautilator! Skalor! Tentakil! I know the three of you are here - and not just because I can track Skalor's stench, either. Get over here, and bring me some chum smoothies while your at it, before I hunt you down and gnaw your legs off. I've done it before, and I will do it again. Being teammates does nothing to curb my appetites, as I'm sure you well remember.

• Skalor - ...Have one of the others bring me my tribute from you. If I end up purging one more meal because of your reek, I'll make you eat it off the floor.

• Tentakil - Make sure you keep to the prearranged distance when you show up. Do NOT force me to remind you why I have developed a taste for calamari, should one of damned rose-wielding cephalopod coils stray my way.

• Nautilator - .....try not to break anything on the way in.