Shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque

[rotellapresa]

*Head down, muttering to himself and covered in tufts of fur Wheeljack enters the dressing room, he's halfway across the room before he looks up.*

This isn't my quarters... Ohh what's that?

*Looking around the room scanning everything and everyone in sight, muttering excitedly about parallel universes and space time flux.*