I screwed up in Transformers Prime

Hello British sounding dragon

"Hello British sounding Dragon." I greet the mech.

Predaking presses me against the rocky uncomfortable wall using his strong grip. I could have sweat--if I had been snatched outta this shell--coldly at his unexpected move. The glare in his completely bright yellow optics were more stronger than Megatron's.Slag they were totally different from Megatron's heated anger twisted optics that sent fear into the shells of lone wandering Autobots. For a moment there I thought Predaking was a legendary Pokemon transformed into a transformer.

A Legendary Pokemon dragon that was black and red.

"My name is Predaking." Predaking said as his gigantic digits closed in against my neck.

Isn't his name making that strongly obvious?

"King of the Predacons. " I mockingly made my voice higher. Imagine a high pitch voice coming from a small-short femme.  "We wouldn't last a vorn together."

He lets go of my neck with this ugly aft smile on his faceplate.

"Your processor might change." Predaking said,lowering his servo.

For a huge guy who Megatron probably fears; Predaking has a cliche fan base behind him. How so? There are numerous stories where a human's mind is put into an empty shell and forced to be Predaking's queen. I only know of this because of coming across Transfan's profile pages on Wattpad. It's ALWAYS a girl who doesn't want to be his queen. It’s ALWAYS a human turned into a transformer.

If I didn't make myself clear; it's always.

Now you know half of what I know about Predaking and his fanbase.

"I am not your perfect 'girl'." I push him away. "You're not my type!"

His frown really did match an upside down 'u'.Like seriously!

"Then what is?" Predaking asks.

I didn't need to think what caught my eyes.

"Hot boys with tan skin," I began to list, walking around the dragon-like-old-mech. "Very hot,black hair, visibly blue or green eyes, and a little bit of a beard growing." I've seen the trailers for Dallas on TNT.It doesn't take a thousand years to make a good educated guess.  "That's what makes young men attractive."

Predaking lowers his helmet towards the floor and then gazes back up to me.

"I am not talking about humans." Predaking said, with a reluctant reply.

Duh, I just wanted to see how educated you are asking a specific question.

"I knew that." I wave my hand, while picking up a leaf stone item.

This item is very unusual and cybertronian qualities to it. I mean there is some metal sticking out from this leaf shaped metal dark green item.It didn't make sense that Cybertron was once covered by volcanic cyberttronian rock that took on simple shapes. I mean it would be a really fascinating item to have around. But for Transfans like me; it's nice knowing .

"I am talking about mechs." Predaking said.

"Meches who like to wead about grapes." I said.

"There is no weed avaliable." Predaking said.

"AH ha!" I turn around, and point at him. "You fell for it too!" He looks so dang stupid.  "You don't understand me." My spark feels so bright, happy, and delighted.  For once I am leaving the bad guy standing there confused. "Because I can't say my 'w' and  my 'r's right."

He comes closer to me with this dear determined lightening in his optics.

"I do not understand." Predaking said.