These circumstances of mutual leadership are the final strikes of obsolescence against the Stunticon unit. I consider it and all its obligations dissolved. Breakdown, Dead End, Drag Strip, Wildrider: do as you wish. I can't imagine it will have anything to do with me.

Breakdown, Dead End, Drag Strip: I have reflected on your errors at length, and decided on your final punishments. Dead End, consider well your mistakes and their causes. Breakdown, Drag Strip, you'll find video recordings to watch. I consider the matter done with.

( Encrypted to Silverbolt. )

All Stunticons report as soon as you receive this message. I need to speak to each of you in private regarding recent events.

( Private to Breakdown, encrypted. )
( Private to Glit. )

( The I-5 outside Sacramento... )

(( Demolition derby action post time! ))

I have arrived.

Stunticons, attend me. I'm stretching out and exercising with a southward jaunt on the I-5. Earth vehicles are disappointingly flimsy and pathetic to chase; I want some real sport. Drop whatever idiocy you've become involved with and meet me at Sacramento unless you want a reminder of my discipline. I may even grant mercy for Drag Strip's absence to the one who reaches me first.

The king of the road is back to claim his throne.