Some of the patrons were talking of strange happenings in hangar thirty-one.
“Yep,” a neutral says. “It just sprang to life and started fixing itself all of a sudden.”
“You’re pulling my leg,” her Decepticon friend replies. “Ships can’t do that.”
“This one does, apparently.”
Halfrunner looks up from the bar.
“It is? Great!” he cheers, vaulting over the bar, transforming to truck mode, and rolling out to the sidewalk outside the bar.