Armada #2, written by Chris Sarracini, pencils by James Raiz, backgrounds by Edwin Garcia, inks by Rob Armstrong and Erik Sander, colours by Alan Wang, Gary Yeung, and Robert Ruffulo, graphic design by Paul Villauerte, flats by Henry Li, edits by Matt Moylan, letters by Dreamer Design, and pre-press by Kell-O-Graphics.

Greeter-Bot has no rights that must be respected by ... well, anybody. He's damaged because Hot Shot ran him over in the first issue. However, given that sigh, he is a sentient being rather than just an automaton. Which only serves to advance the Minicon philosopers' theory of Everyone In Armada Is Jerks But Us.

Also please note Megatron thrusting his pelvis. Pelvic thrusting is just one of those little Dreamwave things, but Megatron seems to get a lot of crotch-time. Does he have trigger-envy, or do we just not see him doing the first half of the Time Warp? Discuss.

Okay, the Air Defence Team is adorable. That's probably why everyone's after them. Nothing to do with the Star Sabre, they just want to give the Minis a squeeze.

Your reputations precede you if you keep your reputation in your crotches. Minicons also lead with their pelvises, it seems.

Megatron thrusts his pelvis. Take a drink.

Primus, there's just no good way to say that, is there? You know what I mean.

Next issue: The ultimate Megatron crotch-shot.