TFA Ratchet: *Grumble* Bad enough I have to put everyone together again when they get hurt... Worse is having to sort through all this junk to find my slaggin' tools!
Bayverse Jazz: 'Ey, Docbot.... Need some help?
TFA Ratchet: *Grump grump grump, sigh* That'd be appreciated.
Bayverse Jazz: So.... What're we lookin' for?
TFA Ratchet: My &$#%$#ing tools... They're somewhere in this Pit of junk....
Bayverse Jazz: Gotcha...
Bayverse Arcee: Need some help?
TFA Ratchet: Might as well....
Bayverse Arcee: Found one!
Bayverse Jazz: Way t' go 'Cee!
*Some time later...*
TFA Ratchet: Well, that's two... Two more to find...
*Several hours later...*
TFA Ratchet: Now if only we can find the last one...
Bayverse Jazz: There ain't much left t' look through....
Bayverse Arcee: Ahem...
*That evening...*
TFA Ratchet: There... How they managed to get beneath all that junk is beyond me...
