"Unwinnable? How dare you accuse me of cheating. You should know-" Suddenly, Bob feels a massive power filling the area. A god-level presence, the most powerful he had felt on this planet yet. He turns eagerly, his smile bright, his attention completely removed from Optimus. He saw Eris, elegantly reforming the Autobots. She'd somehow memorized the location of every chip, every atom, and replaced them as they should be. A perfect replica, with all the memories and thoughts of the original. That spell had been a work of beauty, woven naturally. Not the studied hand of a scholar excecuting a calculated sum, but with the grace of an antelope running. Bob knew, in that very moment, that he had met his match. "My dear, if I am not to play games, what is the point of living at all?"