[After attempting to flirt qith the Acolytes, the robot finally meets the guy in charge of his glyph temple. Oh neat, he didn't actually think much about the First Forged, as in literally didn't think about them.

Crow make a quip now and then, obviously not feeling too threatened by the huge robot. ]

Is it too late to go on a ride? Do you drive a hot rod--or should I ask ARE you a hot rod?

[ANYWAY.

The robot thinks he gets the basic gist of Nexus' speech. He nods, leaning back on his spindly limbs.]

So...just be myself?

[Guess the part about Unicron went over his head.]

Also by 'change' do you mean new zoning laws or we'll finally have elections?