What is with this place and bringing in more blasted Autobots? It's almost like some sort of conspiracy against me.

This isn't fair at all, and I demand that all of them get exchanged in and replaced by Decepticons.

That shouldn't be too much to ask. In fact I would be perfectly happy with just Ironhide being replaced.

[He's sort of just lounging around, but looks rather happy all things considered.]

I have to admit that I am actually having an exceptional evening and actually feeling quite pleasantly wonderful at the moment.

How are the rest of you doing? I hope your time has been just as eventful.

With all the people showing up here, one would hope at least one of them would be interesting.

But no, just the same ol' same ol'. Boring.

By the way, newcomers? I don't like any of you.

[This takes place directly after this post.]

[Starscream appears not to be in his own room, but obviously still has his journal. And Jetfire is somewhere in the background.]

JETFIRE MURDERED HIS ... well whatever this fuzzy thing is. Still he gorged it and scattered the pieces.

[He holds up an eye.]

See? Jetfire, do you feel no remorse for your actions?

It sees what you have done. When the night comes will you be able to withstand the beating of the heart under the floorboards?

You know. This whole ... weird writing that is randomly on our bodies is rather annoying.

Actually, annoying is not the word I'd use. I'd use "makes me want to shoot things." But that's more of a general statement than a word.

Anyway.

I know I'm not the only one who finds it highly irritating.

[Have a voice that's kinda screechy in a way. And also slightly overdramatic as he realizes what's going on.]

What?!

This is impossible! I refuse to believe something this ridiculous.

[It couldn't be real. What the journal said defied all scientific reason. Not to meantion something seemed highly off, like he was altered in some way ...

...

That blasted medic better not have done anything to his processor when he was at the Autobot base.

He had no other explanation for what was going on. A moment ago he was dumping the yellow Autobot kid on a beach while Jetfire flew off to play cliche stupid sacrificial hero. And now? In a cell. With an oversized book.

The only possible explaination was that Ratchet uploaded a virus into his systems and this was all one giant hallucination.]

I will not fall for some idiotic Autobot trap!

Do you hear me?! I don't care who you are. You are not fooling me with your lies.

[It should be noted that he's actually talking to the air as he has not actually figured out that the journal records him.]