Catch-up Flavor:
He’s yellow… he’s metallic… and he has saved earth more times than most calculators can count. He is a Transformer… but THIS time his ever-ready battery has run out. Bumblebee’s sad face is as sad as it can be. What little he speaks often sounds like a Brazilian Computer program crashing, but from now on the Bumblebee has no buzz. Ezio is no longer functioning. He was Bumblebee, a vanilla townie.

Woodrow Dolaryde was rich. By some accounts, he owned this town. But owning wasn’t enough. Even if Woodrow flew a spaceship that could do the Kessel run in under12 parsecs, it wouldn’t have been enough. Mostly because he was old. And old people are next to worthless. Woodrow watched his lifeblood ooze out between his age-spotted fingers. He would have cried if he thought it would have helped. But it wasn’t. Jeff Kuta has keeled over. He was Woodrow Dolaryde, a cowboy townie.

At least Russell Casse wasn’t drunk. Whatever mysterious means he used to stay alive after flying his fighter into the alien HQ in the LAST movie, this time, he couldn’t quite make it. He drove straight, alright. But not fast enough. JUST before he reached the soft alien underbelly of the monstrosity hovering over Washington DC, a pigeon flew into the intake manifold of his jet. And it exploded. Along with Russell. Snowy801 has exploded. He was Russell Casse, a boring earthling.