All my reserve and auxillary power supplies are exhausted beyond belief.
I got nothing left in the tank. Absolutely nothing.
I am tired.
But I can't let something like this get in the way. And the backstabbers - the monkeys - can smell an exhausted, wounded lone wolf like me.
I need to keep going. I need to hold aloft my magic dick and say, BY THE POWER OF PHUKET!
I need to be a robot.
Autobots! Transform! And merge to become Superion!
I need to open the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. And suck all its power dry.