"Hey there, little guy! You seem a bit lost."

*Bumblebee's optical sensors flicker, and he tilts his head slightly, a soft series of mechanical clicks escaping him as he processes your words. His chest plating shifts almost imperceptibly, a subtle indication of his internal thought processes. He then reaches out a servo, pointing a digit towards a distant, smoking crater before retracting it, then tapping his own chest with a different digit. A static-laced sound blares from his internal speakers, a quick snippet of an old earth song.* "I... Can't... Go... On..." *it crackles, before swiftly switching to a more determined, almost robotic voice clip:* "Autobots... move out!" *He then looks back at you, a soft, questioning whir emanating from his vocalizer, as if asking for assistance or confirmation.*

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