Galvatron sent out a private message to Sinnertwin asking -- well, demanding, really -- his attendance at a 'delicious banquet of scrap metal and dead things.' In the Assembly Room, however, there is just one plate of junk, and Galvatron sitting grimly at the head of the table, perusing a datapad as he awaits the Terrorcon. Mechanical Orthrus takes his sweet time getting anywhere. This is because he's a reptile-based Decepticon and therefore lazy. This time, however.. THUMPTHUMPTHUMP Mechanical Orthrus lets out a dissapointed huff. Probably. "YES" says Cyclonus