Megatron nearly loses his balance on the seat, but he holds up his alternate, laughter edged with distortion. “Pu-ll yourself… myself together.” Ah yes, there it was. Vocalizer glitches for the both of them, more-so on Megatronus’ end.
“ahm gonna be a prime, slaggit… *KST* So… why do people say i’m gonna be you?!” he weakly swung at his older counterpart, “You look like you got a *KST* Scraplet to the face!” he cackled
(GOD DAMN! A DRUNK MEGATRONUS!)
He shoves the other away at the harsh words. “Because… you’re GOING to be me. There… there is no other way no matter what you do or say or or think… and it’s all his slagging fault no matter what HE thinks!"
”… Fool.. scars’re from battle. Blasters, blades… not scraplets..“
Megatron's back up 