Dear Horde of Mindless Drones,

This structure, which is pretty big even by Cybertron standards, was the palace of a mighty ruler of humans at one time. He consumed such vast amounts of resources having it created and decorated that the humans were still angry about it a hundred years after he died, and had his successor's successor decapitated. Har har! That's stickin' it to 'em! There were many organic life forms on the grounds surrounding the construction, which I longed to incinerate like so many techno-organic Maximals, but humans known as "security" forcibly removed me from the premises when I tried. C'est la vie, as these humans say. "Quel moron!", they also said, though I don't know what that means.

Your Loving General,