Episode 7 of The Transformers takes place in the arctic circle, where old friendships go to die and new ones are forged within two seconds without any reason, earth core crystals are a natural thing, several people probably died off-screen due to the sudden worldwide freeze and Spike fucks up. Also, in a shocking twist: Parts of the backstory of a main character are explained and we get some character development.
Next time, Wheeljack gets to do more questionable things, we visit the most confusing museum in the world, the Autobots play God and we’re reminded that mind control is okay as long as an 80s cartoon says you’re the good guys.
Megatron’s face when Silas advises him to ‘relax’.
Human. That is the face of someone who has been doing the same job for one million years and only enjoyed it for the first five. That is the face of someone who has never had a weekend. That is the face of someone who was in a coma and spent every second of it killing Autobots on endless loop in his mind. That is the face of someone so averse to the mere concept of relaxation that he made Starscream his second-in-command, which is like willingly sharing an office with a hungry alligator that is somehow also a chronically anxious chihuahua.
How's it hummin'? 