Megatron happened to have been hanging out nearby. What was he doing? Well, nothing, actually. There wasn't much to do in this strange and unusual Cybertron. It got rather dull after a while and Megatron contemplated going out and starting some trouble. Maybe then the other Megatron will fight him. Goodness knows he could use one. Imagine his surprise when a voice piped up suddenly in the area around him. Megatron was not unfamiliar to one-sided conversations, but such things were always odder when other people did them.

"To live in a world where to do such a thing deserves punishment is punishment enough."

It was a rule in Megatron's mind that his entrances must always be grand and dramatic. It brought on a good first impression, see? He emerged from the shadows, a light smile playing across his scarred face. The newcomer was interesting. Familiar, but not so familiar that he could immediately come up with a name for him.

"I'm afraid you will find that there is no Primus here."