Related to something I wrote a couple of weeks ago, can you just picture a group of robots talking about their transformations:
Hound: I’m a Jeep.
Star Saber: I’m a jet.
Spyglass: I’m one-third of a camera.
Scooter: And they made fun of me. I’m a scooter.
Zero: I’m a Zero (the Japanese plane, not the number).
Tank: I’m a tank.
Sunstreaker: We get it! GoBots had lazy names. I’m a Lamborghini! I’m the awesome one! What about you shiny guys?
Nuggit: I’m a rock.
Gold Lightan: I’m a cigarette lighter.
Star Saber: I don’t want you transforming around my kid.
Galvatron (RiD): I’m a two-headed dragon. And a bat. And a batmobile. And a batjet. And a hand. And a griffin, a one-headed dragon, a mammoth, and a batboat.
Hound: What about you, Turbo Cones?
Turbo Cones: I’m an ice cream cone.
Spyglass: I feel better now.
Galvatron: I’m hungry…