I screwed up in Transformers Prime

A major screw up

Optims lightly laughs as the scenery turned from bright green grass  to a desert like climate.I had a bad feeling something is going to happen.I  guess Optimus must have read my face because what he said next could be a   shocker.

"I can tell when something is on your mind." Optimus said.

I sigh, loosening my grip on the luggage.

"There's a bad feeling in my Cyber-Spark." I said, in a low voice. "Something  .  .  .bad is gonna happen."

"How bad?" Optimus asks, his holoform glancing at me.

"Bad enough that it would require the Doctor to do The Big Bang twice." I said.

Optimus's holoform easily conveyed he didn't understand.

"Time Traveler, ye know?" I said, waving my free left hand. "Big blue telephone box bigger by the inside that's called the TARDIS? TARDIS means Time And Relative Dimension In Space. That was coined by Susan; ye know." I saw a 'I didn't know that' look in his eyes. "Now ye know!"

Optimus has one eye on the road as he tilts his head.

".  .  . Why do you sound Scottish?" Optimus asks.

Oh yikes; I've been around Sierra the Scottish flight attendant too long. Or maybe Sarah the Scottish Cyber Organic who's been leading her small rag-tag group of teenagers against whatever plot a group of British Cyber-Organics has to do on the animals. I did like Austin's--A Scottish Cyber Organic--Pet Pine Marten.

"Because Scottish is cool." I replied. "That was a joke!" I shook my hands. "I've been around a Scottish person for a awhile."

"Your Irish is actually better than your Scottish." Optimus notes, as he rolls down my window on the passenger side.

I slap my forehead.

"Where are ya gonna get this drilled in?" I ask while feeling the cool air beat against my face. "I am not Iwish!"

"You are not making a wish?" Optimus asks.

"I-r-ish." I said. "If ya hadn't noticed before; I have a terrible time pronouncing my 'r's and my 'w's."

".  . .So wait, that isn't an accent?" Optimus asks.

I sigh, shaking my head. I wanted to give him a Gibbs slap but that wouldn't be appropriate. He's a hologram; after all!

"How's the kids?" I ask.

"They've went up against a dinobot."Optimus said.

"Excuse me." I said, patting on my chest. "Did ya just say dinobot?"

I'm a sucker for dinosaurs.

"Yes, I did." Optimus said. Oh holy crikey! Grimlock exists in this universe; oh my primus oh my primus, oh my primus!  "And then there was British Predacon we went up against; he called himself 'Predaking'.The Decepticons were not willing to explain why he was attacking their base land HQ and had almost--"

"Base HQ?" I interrupt. "Was this base situated at a mountain? . .  . Or a mine."

"Neitherr." Optimus replied. "They had to  .  .  . ask for help." I hysterically laughed. "Kids won't recognize you." I chuckle. "We've recieved a transmission from Wheeljack. He's coming with a friend of his."

I raise eyebrows as my head is turned towards Optimus's holoform.

"He'll be landing in hour." Optimus said. 

I rub the top of my right hand--cause it's holding the luggage, duh--on my left hand with a devious grin. Optimus seemed to be amused by that look in my eyes. It  wasn't until we were in the desert area--where I can spot a nearby cave--that this dangerous and daunting gut feeling whacked me in the stomach. I didn't feel so good.