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Lightning McQueen: Okay. It's him! [points to Miles]

Miles: What? Me? You've got to be crazy.

Lightning McQueen: I figured it out when I realized you all attached this ticking time bomb with Whitworth bolts. The same bolts that hold together that old British engine from the photograph. Holley, show that picture.

Holley Shiftwell: Okay. [brings up the image]

Lightning McQueen: And then I remembered what they say about old British engines. "If there ain't no oil under 'em, there ain't no oil in 'em."

Axlerod: What is he talking about?

Lightning McQueen: It was you leaking oil at the party in Japan. [flashback of Miles Axlerod leaking oil, and blaming McQueen] You just blamed it on me.

Axlerod: Electric cars don't use oil, you twit.

Lightning McQueen: Then you're faking it. You didn't convert to no electric. We pop that hood, we gonna see that engine from that picture right there.

[Realizing that McQueen knows the truth, Axlerod backs away]

Axlerod: This lorry's crazy! He's gonna kill us all! [panicking] Stay away!

Shiftwell: But Sir Axlerod created the race, McQueen. Why would he want to hurt anyone?

Lightning McQueen: To make Allinol look bad, so that everyone would go back to using oil. I mean, he said it himself with that disguised voice.

Axlerod: "Disguised voice"? What are you talking about? You're nuts, you are!

Prince Wheeliam: This is going nowhere fast. We really should go, Grandmother.

The Queen: One moment. I'd like to see where this is going.

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Finn McMissile: McQueen, he created Allinol.

Lightning McQueen: Yeah, but what if he found that huge oil field just as the world was trying to find something else, what if he came up with Allinol just to make alternative fuel look bad?

Axlerod: "What if"? You're basing this on a "what if"!?

Security Guard: Okay, that's it! Lads, clear out!

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Axlerod: Wait, somebody save me! The lorry's crazy! KEEP AWAY, YOU IDIOT!

Finn McMissile: McQueen?!

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Holley Shiftwell: [ ] McQueen!

Miles Axlerod: Someone, do something!

Car in Crowd: [alarmed] DRIVE AWAY!

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Miles Axlerod: You're insane, you are! DEACTIVATE!!

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Bomb Computer: Bomb deactivated. Have a nice day, Sir Axlerod. 