Maximals as Vines/Extras


Cheetor: Mother-trucker, dude! That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!

Optimus Primal: Watch yo profanity.

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Optimus Primal: What?

Rattrap: You're not my dad! Ugly aft... doo-doo head!

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Y/n: You know, human studies back then in 2012 shows that keeping a ladder inside the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own 10 guns; in case some maniac of a Predacon tries to sneak in a ladder!

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Dinobot: AH! HOT BELGAN WAFFLES! W-wait, I'm alone. I can swear for real! *Deep inhale* SON OF A-

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Rhinox: Is he... *Pokes Waspinator's unconscious body* dead?

Y/n: He's Cybertronian, Rhinox. I'm sure he's fine!

Y/n: *Leans over and whispers to Rattrap* There's no cops in this time period; we take this to our graves!

Rattrap: *Winks*

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Rattrap: I was awoken by the sounds of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!

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Y/n: Just bonk him over the head, Primal; it's nature's snooze button!

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Rattrap: *Sees Dinobot accidentally or almost hurt someone* Finally, a good reason to punch Chopperface in the face!

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Cheetor: "Road work ahead"? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

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Dinobot: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. *Starts dancing* Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

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Rhinox: *Causally makes a machine in peace*

Cheetor: SAIL! *Breaks the machine*

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*When Dinobot almost got Rhinox crushed by a stalactite*

Rattrap: What the frag, Dinobot?!

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Y/n: I do love helping the Maximals. It's just... we have a lot of laughs.

*Later*

Y/n: Fuck off, Dinobot! We don't do things how the fucking Predacons would do them!

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Y/n: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Cheetor: ...I thought you were a human.

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Y/n: *Getting sent to the past, expecting things to go well* A potato flew around my room before you came-

Future Y/n: *Screams from the things she's experienced there*

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Megatron: There is only one thing worse than an ally to the Maximals *Pulls down sheet* Boom!

Waspinator: An organic!

Tarantulus: No!

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Rattrap: Dad, look! It's the good cush!

Optimus Primal: This is the dollar store; how good could it be?

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Y/n after finding out the thing the head scientists didn't tell her about NBE-1: I'm just extremely happy. Can't you tell by my face? *Looks at the camera with a -_- expression*

NBE-1/C̷̢̃̌͊͂̾l̶̰͒̓ā̴̩̟̼̘̣̈s̶̰̤̫̼̜̀͗͊̀͛͑s̸͇͎̭̭̟͂ͅi̵̬̬̘̫̖͒̄f̷͕͚͆̓̋̋̑ḭ̵̧͖̬̞̌̒̄́̅͜e̶̡̱͚̗̅d̴̩̥̀̌: 🎵All around me are familiar faces🎵

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Dinobot: How do you know what's good for me?!

Megatron: THAT'S MY OPINION!!!

The rest of the Predacons: 0_0

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Cheetor: *In a friend way, and points to Y/n* I love you, glitch! *Strums guitar*

Y/n: Oh, my god...

Cheetor: I ain't gonna never stop loving you, glitch! *Strums guitar*

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Rattrap: So, uh, basically, what I was thinking of is, uh-

Dinobot: *Punches him in the face*

Rattrap: Oh, frag! I can't believe you've done this!

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*Cheetor, and possibly Rattrap and/or Y/n, going on their merry way to do the stupidest thing ever*

Optimus Primal: *Stares at them in disbelief before he pinches the bridge of where his nose would be as a guitar plays in the background*

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*When he was infected with the cyber-bee drone*

Optimus Primal: Ayo, cut the music, cut the music. *Music stops playing in the background* Somebody left an ice cube on the ground, and it melted, and now my sock is wet... *Pulls out a gun* Who the frag want to die?!

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Y/n: Welcome to physics! :D

*One of Rhinox's inventions exploded*

Rattrap: *Screams in fear*

Cheetor: HOLY MOTH-

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Random Scientist: Has anyone told you that you sound like R/p (Random person)?

NBE-1/Ç̵̼͐̑̓̈l̷̠̞̑a̷̛̫̳̲̟̪̐̽̓̚s̸̲̎̀̈͜͠͠s̵̠̹̫̲̈́̒̽̄̋̉i̶̥͗̓f̸̢̺̲̘̤̉͝ͅȋ̸̬͂̀͘͜ê̴̢̠̭͈͖ͅd̶͔̼̠̤͚̒̀̐͝ͅ: Nah, they usually tell me that I sound like Ç̵̼͐̑̓̈l̷̠̞̑a̷̛̫̳̲̟̪̐̽̓̚s̸̲̎̀̈͜͠͠s̵̠̹̫̲̈́̒̽̄̋̉i̶̥͗̓f̸̢̺̲̘̤̉͝ͅȋ̸̬͂̀͘͜ê̴̢̠̭͈͖ͅd̶͔̼̠̤͚̒̀̐͝ͅ.

Random Scientist: Who the fuck is that?

NBE-1/Ç̵̼͐̑̓̈l̷̠̞̑a̷̛̫̳̲̟̪̐̽̓̚s̸̲̎̀̈͜͠͠s̵̠̹̫̲̈́̒̽̄̋̉i̶̥͗̓f̸̢̺̲̘̤̉͝ͅȋ̸̬͂̀͘͜ê̴̢̠̭͈͖ͅd̶͔̼̠̤͚̒̀̐͝ͅ: Me, glitch.

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Cheetor: *Sneaks up behind Rattrap and fires a gun in the air*

Rattrap: *Gets spook and falls out of seat* *Glares at Cheetor* THIS IS WHY BOSSBOT DOESN'T FRAGGING LOVE YOU!

Cheetor: *Tries to hold in laughter as he runs away from the scene*

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Rattrap: You all are going to hell! Goodbye! :)

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Dinobot: Toss me my keys.

Cheetor: *Tosses Christmas tree*

Dinobot: I said my keys.

Cheetor: I thought you said Christmas tree?

Dinobot: Why the frag would I say Christmas tree?!

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Optimus Primal: Where're you going?

Y/n: To either ice cream or commit a felony; I'll decide in the car.

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Dinobot: *About the Predacons* 1, 2, 7, 3! My mother does not love me, nor does anyone in my family!

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Rattrap: I'm so bored!

Cheetor: I wish Y/n was here...

Y/n: *Appears out of nowhere* Hey, guys! :)

Cheetor & Rattrap: Y/N!! :D

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Cheetor: Let's do the fork-

Y/n: In the garbage disposal!

Cheetor & Y/n: *Waves arms in the air, aggressively while spinning around in a circle* Ding! *on repeat 37 more times*

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Dinobot: SHUT UP!

Y/n: ...*Starts speaking German, before shouting in German*

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Rattrap: *secretly eating Y/n's garbage*

Y/n: *Knocks on his door* Rattrap, what are you doing in there?

Rattrap: *Stammers* D-Drugs!

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Cheetor: *Points to Optimus primal* You are my dad! You're my dad! Woogie, woogie, woogie!

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*When Cheetor breaks Rhinox's invention for the last time*

Rhinox: Unlock the door, Cheetor...

Cheetor: NO!

Rhinox: You locking doors. Cheetor?! *Transforms into beast-mode and rams the door open on the first try* You locking doors?!

Cheetor: *Screams in fear*

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Optimus Primal: Okay, you know what? You're in time-out! Get on top of the fridge! Get up there!

Dinobot: *Climbs up the fridge in beast-mode* This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!

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*Dinobot, Y/n, Cheetor, and Rattrap on a stealth mission to spy on the Dinobots*

Y/n: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na-

Dinobot: *Whispers* Y/n! What the FRAG are you doing?!

Y/n: It's my stealth noise! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na-

Dinobot: Shut the frag up! You're gonna get us found!

Cheetor: *Chuckles*

Cheetor & Y/n: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na-

Dinobot: Everyone shut the frag up!

Cheetor, Y/n, & Rattrap: NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA-

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Rattrap: And this is a wall of illegal aliens! And look! *Points over to Y/n* There's one right there!

Y/n: *Glaring daggers at him* *German* Aye! Blödmann! Verdammter Splinter-Möchtegern, wer glaubst du, dass du bist?! (Translation: Dumbass! Damn Splinter wannabe, who do you think you are?!) *Starts firing her gun at him*

Rattrap: *Screams in fear and runs away*

Rhinox: Oh, my Primus!

Y/n: *Heads towards the Axalon's exit* Ich hasse dieses verdammte Schiff! I'm getting the fuck outta here! (Translation: I hate this damn ship!)

Cheetor: *Laughs his aft off*

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Y/n: Storytime! *Approaches the Maximals* In every group of friends, there's the dumb one!

*Everyone points to Cheetor, and he points to Rattrap*

Cheetor: *Sees that they are all pointing at him* Really?

Everyone: *Laughs*

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Y/n: The question is... who here does the best impression of Dinobot! You'll be judged on by voice, body language, and overall lack of flare. Everyone will perform the same scenario: Dinobot eating a marshmallow for the very first time. Let the Dinobot-off begin!

Rhinox: What is this glutinous monstrosity before me?

Rattrap: The sugar in this is quite sweet.

Cheetor: Oh! *Muffles laughter and squeal of joy*

Y/n: That's your Dinobot impression?

Cheetor: I can hear him doing that!

Optimus Primal: Looks like a sticky pillow.

Y/n: I don't care for it. Classical music.

Everyone: *Laughs*

Dinobot: *Enters the room* What's going on here? What are you doing?

Y/n: Dinobot! Hey! Nothing, just... eating some marshmallows; care for one?

Dinobot: Marshmallows? *Eats it and pauses* *Muffled laugh slowly grows frequent*

Cheetor: I KNEW IT!!

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Cheetor: Perhaps it is the context, which words are spoken that give them the power of meaning. *Turns to Y/n* I LOVE YOU, MY BEST FRIEND!!

Y/n: *Jumps in her seat, startled*

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Cheetor: So, I'm just sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties-

Y/n: *Starts dying of laughter, falling to the floor*

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Dinobot: Let go of me!

Y/n: No, I'm scared!

Dinobot: Bring out the bugs!

Y/n: *Runs away, screaming, as Waspinator, Tarantulus, and/or Blackarachnia come in*

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Rattrap: I'm mad at you, let's fight!

Dinobot: *Transforms into robot-mode with rotating blade in hand*

Rattrap: *Yelps* Put- Put that away, you psycho! Oh, my Primus...

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Cheetor: I was thinking I'd do some magic.

Rattrap: You? Magic? Kid, it says "Talent" show.

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