jazz (you) has woken up in pain and agony and in very tight webs your legs are webbed together so are your hands your visor is cracked your paint is chipped and scratched your beaten arachnid has kidnapped you the autobots (you havent seen them in centuries) are on their way they dont know its you. the door opens and arachnid walks in so jazz.....youve fallen for my trap....
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