Sentinel: I am your new ruling Magnus
Optimus: Well I didn’t vote for you
Sentinel: You don’t vote for Magnus’
Optimus: How did you become Magnus than?
Sentinel: The lady of the lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering silmite, held aloft, exclaiber from the bosom of the water. Signifying by define providence that I, Sentinel Prime, was to carry excailiber. That is why I’m your Magnus!
Ratchet: Listen, strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Sentinel: Be quiet!!
Ratchet: You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a scimitar at you.
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Sentinel [shaking Ratchet]: Shut Up!! Shut! Up!
Ratchet: Help! Help! I’m being repressed!