Bob holds out his two hands, as every Autobot besides Optimus is instantly covered in a massive block of steel, encased perfectly. Each had their name branded into the steel, glowing brightly from the heat. "Interesting. However, if I were to crush you this would be over far too quickly." Bob seems to think for a moment, once more a theater, for he has planned the following game for ages. "How about we play a little game? And if you win, Megatron gets nothing."