[The charmander laughs gleefully as he tries to tug his feet off the ground, wriggling them. Ratchet rubs at his brow as he tries to process all of this before he gestures to himself. All of himself, pretty much with a sharp irritated gesturing with his hands.]
Then how come I'm human?
[And there's an abrupt growling sound, which seems to startle the former autobot. His hand clutches at his stomach.]
And why does my stomach feel like it has something inside it?
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Then how come I'm human?
[And there's an abrupt growling sound, which seems to startle the former autobot. His hand clutches at his stomach.]
And why does my stomach feel like it has something inside it?