“Breakout,” the Decepticon introduces himself. “An’ you are…?”
“I set my bottle down on the console here…”
Gearbox indicates the flat surface on the control panel.
“…And next thing I know, it vanished!”
“Yeah,” Salvo says grimly. “Guess it could’ve been…”
Epsilon would leave both Thrift and the guard behind as they continued to argue.
“T-that’s preposterous! There are no cultists here!” the guard denies.
“That’s exactly what a cultist would say!” Thrift counters, his eyes wide and shining with a manic energy.
“Then what do you want me to say then, eh?!”
"The truth, you charlatan! "