"Right, so I'm explaining to you why you have no logical reason to be nervous," Tarantulas says dryly. "Besides, I'm not even hungry right now. Although Dawn could probably use a snack when we get home..." He taps his forelimbs on the flat crown of Purple's hat. "I think we still have some casserole from the last time Cesar came over, if you're feeling peckish."

With that settled, he turns back to one of his favorite topics: educating the general populace (and Dawn!) about Cybertronians. "We're an exceptionally long-lived species," he says grandly. "I myself am just over six million years old, and I have every expectation of living six million more, at minimum. As will you, darling," he adds to Dawn. "Because you have a Cybertronian spark too, it was calved off from mine when I made you!" Dawn, who has already been told this several times before, merely giggles, much more interested in looking at the houses they walk past.