I added a few modifications of my own to my weaponry. ...It figures that the one time I'd really like to fragging shoot something up, there aren't any half-clocked Decepticrumbs around. It wouldn't normally be an issue. However, I'm currently residing with Captain Lennox.
.......... And his woman has something against me shooting up her back yard. The first and only time I tested out my cannons on the nearby landscape, she spat out threats of wheel boots and raw eggs. And she already followed through with gluing tinsel and glitter to my cab for refusing to allow the tiny flesh-spawn's child seat inside me, so I have no doubt that she's not bluffing.
I've barely made my presence known and I've already got two friends - and they're both stinkin' Decepticreeps! Ugh, if that doesn't give my gyros a whirr, nothing does.