Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any shape or form. ::Pout:: I so want a cooler car.
The Autobots stared at Sam hopefully.
The teenager shifted nervously in response to the combined gaze, craning his neck to look up at them.
"You are certain, Sam?" Optimus repeated, optics wide.
"For the last time, guys: I'm not the All-Spark! I have no sacred connection to the All-Spark or to Primus! I'm not changing into an Autobot, mech or femme!" Sam shouted in frustration. He loved them, really he did, but this was a bit much. "For God's sake, don't believe everything you read on the Internet!"
"Are you turning into a Decepticon, then?" Bumblebee asked half-worriedly.