[Well - getting here was horrible. The robots were a pain and an impossibility to avoid, and Misfire's still not quite used to this whole powers thing. Why can't he just have a gun?

...Not like that would end any better.

But they've made it to the illustrious W*lmart, and at its pearly gates, he places his hands on his hips.]

Alright, loser. We made it. [He peers into the aisles with some wonder. There's a sea of distractions.] You better show me something worth the journey - and the very real possibility of dying horrifically on the way back.

[...He does sound a little hopeful.]