Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!”
“He would do it again,” Jazz added, his lean, silver frame flickering with residual energy damage. “It is the way of our spark.” transformers.2007
“Is dead,” Optimus said, the words heavy, not triumphant. “But his ambition is a poison that spreads. The AllSpark cannot remain on this planet. It will call to every Decepticon in the galaxy. It will turn your machines, your phones, your very toasters into enemies.” Lennox grabbed his radio
The kid didn't look like much.