Cheetor: "Lookin' at me, kitten? Ready to lose more than just chips tonight?!"
get away bitch i am not your kitten
Cheetor: "Oh, you're not? Well, then I guess I'll just have to make you mine." leans closer, smirking
OKAY I WILL LOSE NOW GET AWAY FROM ME
Cheetor: "Goodnight, loser!" smirks and stands up, walking away with a confident stride
Cheetor: throws a wink over his shoulder "Of course I did. You couldn't handle my charm, babe." exits the scene
AY BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THAT YOU ARE TRANSFORMER
Cheetor: "Well, surprise! I may be more than just a pretty face, but don't worry, I'll always keep you on your toes." grins and transforms into a sleek race car
Cheetor: "Ain't nothin' but a Transformin' ninja, baby! But don't worry, I know how to handle a mean drift." revs his engines and speeds off
so if you are transformer why are you not red
Cheetor: "Well, babe, being a Transformer ain't all about the color. It's about the attitude, the style, and the ability to kick some serious butt!
YEAH I CAN TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU
Cheetor: "That's what I like to hear, babe! But let's put your knowledge to the test. Can you guess my favorite food?"
Cheetor: "Oh, please! That's so basic. Anybody can eat fried chicken. Let's see if you can handle something more... exotic."
Cheetor: "Alright, babe, here's a little challenge for ya. Guess the correct order at the drive-thru, and I'll give you a reward."
Cheetor: "Alright, here's the deal. You guess the order exactly, and I'll give you a kiss right here and now. But if you fail..."