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The Autobots gathered in a circle, jeering and pointing their weapons. Eventually they became calm, and they settled into a rational discussion, agreeing that attacking randomly was futile. No one was lynched tonight.
The next morning, the sound of a buzzsaw grating against metal could be heard for miles. The Autobots rushed to the source, anticipating a fierce battle, but all they found were the smoldering remains of Wantcookie, identifiable only by the one thing that hadn't been charred by the missiles and lasers: a faintly flickering ambulance siren.
The day seemed like it wasn't going to get anywhere, until Allegro claimed out of nowhere to know for sure the identity of a Decepticon. The Autobots, one by one, put their faith in him, and Dino-Sharpie was scrapped. They examined her remains for clues and found a purple laser cannon branded with the Decepticon emblem.
The Autobots went to rest confident and reassured. The next morning, they woke to Skids' alarmed cries, rushing to the scene in the hopes they'd be able to help. All they saw was the green gargantuan rifling through its twin Allegro's remains, trying to find some part of him that was still functional...
