Megatron's been around, and he likes to think he's seen his fair share of odd worlds (and been responsible, either directly or indirectly, for their destruction). He liked to think after four millennia and two different universes he'd seen pretty much everything the universe could throw at him.

He was very, very, very, very wrong. The sight of Great A'Tuin and the four Elephants is probably one of the most magnificent sights he's ever or will ever see, but now, even with his literary background and love of poetry, words that can accurately describe the sight fail him. He makes do with what he can.

"Incredible." He states and if the others are surprised by the rather flat montone of his voice, as Megatron himself is, the reason is easy to see why as soon as you get a good look at him; like Tyzias he has been altered to better blend in, to a certain degree with the world they find themselves flying to; he's traded the sentio metallico chassis of a Cybertronian for the baked clay of a Discworld Golem, and everything that implies; that said, there are still a few nods towards his true form; attached to his right forearm is a round roughly-cynlinder shaped growth, and his head bears approximation of the buckethead helmet. The Autobrand insignia is now carved into his chest, as well as the loopy patterns that normally adorn his chestplate.

"At Least We Should Have Little Issue Blending In." He notes, again in the Golem monotone.