- Dinobot: Excuse me, are you implying that the current situation is somehow... MY responsibility?
- Rattrap: Well, you did start it... gearhead!
- Dinobot: I BEG to differ... cheese-lips!
- Rattrap: Pre-evolved birdbrain!
- Dinobot: Eater of garbage!
- Cheetor: [listening through the com-link] Sheesh, and they call me the immature one...
- Optimus Primal: [Rhinox sits down groaning] What's wrong?
- Rhinox: Wild bean vines, hard to digest
- [turns around]
- Megatron: Do not turn your back on me Maximal scum
- [Rhinox still turns to the maximals shock]
- Megatron: Huh?
- [Rhinox is ready to fart]
- Megatron: Oh no! NOT THAT! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH
- [Rhinox farts, It's visible from Space, scene cuts to Tarantula's ruined lab]
- Optimus Primal: Oh that did it! Let's go!
- Blackarachnia: Why do you always talk to yourself?
- Megatron: I simply have a penchant for intelligent conversation.
- Dinobot: Unlike YOU, I do not spend my time scurrying through sewers!
- Rattrap: Yeah? Well, a sewer smells better than your breath, bronto-brain!
- Dinobot: [snarls] You will get used to it when I bite your useless head off!
- Tarantulas: [now standing and aiming] Die, Maximals!
- Dinobot, Rattrap: SHUT UP!
- [both punch out Tarantulas]
- Optimus Primal: We can't wait any longer. For Rhinox's sake, we have to launch of a frontal attack.
- Rhinox: Wait. I'm coming too.
- Cheetor: Hey, hang on, brood buddy. You're a little under the weather, aren't'cha?
- Rhinox: Hey, if I'm going to wreck the wallpaper, I might as well do it on Pred turf.
- Dinobot: Wait, I detect a scent! Vile corruption... a whiff of festering putrefaction!
- Rattrap: So I ate a limburger sandwich for lunch, I'm a rat! Gimme a break!
- Dinobot: I have been uncomfortably aware of your ostench for the past hour, vermin. This is something else... something over THERE!
- [Tarantulas takes off]
- Rattrap: Oh, yeah! He's mine!
- Dinobot: Leave battle to the warriors, mouse!
- Cheetor: Hey, Optimus, uh, are you sure it was a good idea sending those two out together?
- Optimus Primal: To be honest, no. But their squabbling has caused problems before. They'll either learn to work together or destroy each other.
- [Rhinox sneezes yet again, causing debris to rain down on Optimus]
- Optimus Primal: Right now, I don't really care which.
- Rattrap: So... uh... you got a better plan?
- Dinobot: No, but I STILL despise the idea of expiring underground. It lacks... a warrior's nobility.
- Rattrap: Oh. Hey, no sweat. 'Cause I ain't lettin' nobody waste you down here - that's a job I'm reserving for MYSELF!
- Dinobot: Oooh, I appreciate your concern. But let me assure you, being shot in the back by a malodorous MOUSE would not exactly earn me a seat in Silicon Valhalla!
- Megatron: So, the energon-discharge virus actually works.
- Terrorsaur: Take it from me. I've got the toasted tail to prove it.
- Optimus Primal: Status report.
- Maximal computer.: Unit has been infected with an energon virus of unknown type. If unchecked, his system will spontaneously discharge energon until depleted.
- Optimus Primal: Can you cure it?
- [Rhinox sneezes violently, causing the Restoration Chamber's walls around him to topple; sighing]
- Optimus Primal: Oh, never mind.
- Cheetor: Base power down 20%, big bot. Those sinus torpedoes of Rhinox's are draining us dry.
- Optimus Primal: They're not doing much for the decor, either. But we've got to keep him online until Rattrap and Dinobot get that counter-virus.
- Rattrap: [cutting ivy-like weeds] Oh, man! I signed up as an explorer. An adventurer. You know, your, uh, basic galactic hero. Since when does that include gardening duty?
- Dinobot: [after Rhinox, thought to be over his sneezing fit, releases another and damages a machine] Gesundheit.