"Hug him!"

The order is shouted from sheer desperation. As the Air Defence team happily piles on Megatron, you cringe and cover your optics, waiting for the inevitable blast ...

... That never comes.

Cautiously, you peek through your fingers. Megatron is smiling! Not even one of his enjoying-the-moment-before-bringing-the-smack-down smirks, but an honest, happy smile.

He picks up one of the Minicons and turns to you. "Thank you, Terrorsaur. These little Minicons have brought out the goodness that is buried deep within all of our sparks. I'm a much better person now. In fact, I'm going to join the Maximals."

"You ... what?"

"I'm going to join the Maximals," he says again. "That means you can have the Predacons."

Then Megatron smiles again, and it's the predatory smile you know. "Of course, as a Maximal, it's my sworn duty to beat the slag out of you, yes."

You turn tail and run, Minicons in tow. You might have gained leadership of the Predacons, but it was bad enough having Megatron as a comrade, much less an outright enemy ...