[Bumblebee doesn't look like he knows what to do, abruptly folding in on himself and transforming into his alt-mode, a yellow car, in the middle of the arcade. And once you've gotten over that display, the car turns and talks to Liquid.]
Hey, I'm just a car! It totally wasn't me who broke the game. How could I?
[Liquid might not have actually bore witness to any of these robots transforming so, inwardly, he's a little surprised. He's doing a good job at not letting that show, though. It's not like it's news to him that weird things happen.
Except now he's talking to a car.]
You haven't got any arms! That clearly looks like the sort of thing you need arms to break.
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Hey, I'm just a car! It totally wasn't me who broke the game. How could I?
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Except now he's talking to a car.]
You haven't got any arms! That clearly looks like the sort of thing you need arms to break.
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[THROWS YOU UNDER THE BRIDGE, LIQUID.]
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[And here he'd been trying to be helpful! Serves him right.]
But perhaps some careless person who decided to park their car inside of an arcade is truly the one who broke it!
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It definitely wasn't the car's fault.
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Oh, of course. It's never the talking car's fault.
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Nope! Never! It's never the get-away-vehicle .
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And it's never the person left behind who might decide to say something along the lines of "follow that car!"