"So what you're telling me is this is your fault somehow," June says, sounding aggravated. Maybe that's not entirely fair, but then again, this is Megatron. June feels pretty comfortable blaming him for whatever right now.

She lets out a groan of dismay and presses the heel of her hand to her forehead, shaking her head. "I'm getting a headache. Let me get this straight -- you're from some kind of…alternate universe? Do I have that right? An alternate universe where you -- Megatron -- become an Autobot."

By the sound of it, this is not a very convincing proposal for June. Unfortunately it is also the only thing that makes even remotely any sense.