TheDonBot had awoken a few days prior, trapped inside of a shipping container somewhere near Philadelphia. Having found the mighty strength that it took to burst free from the container, TheDonBot immediately fell through something hard and then right into the water with a very unceremonious KER-SPLASH!

TheDonBot was beyond pissed, he was mad. He didn't have much time before his circuits would short, and then he'd be dead for real and for like, for goodsies, he just knew it. Not like that other time people thought he died just because he got hit by a bullet, oh no. He'd had the clarity to enter Sleep Mode just before he ran out of oil.

It only took a few moments for the debris to stop swirling above him, and as it did he looked up with a smile on his face-plate. Apparently he'd crashed right through a pier...which meant...AHA! TheDonBot struggled against the weight of the water, which he'd never ever tell anyone if he had to retell this tale, but nonetheless he waded to a nearby ladder and pulled himself from the muck.

Since then he had managed to find work within a local crew inside Philly. He knew that he could no longer expect the level of respect he'd once been accustomed to during his days running LA...but perhaps he could earn it. As TheDonBot crushed his can of oil between his hands, a nearby cat hissed at him. TheDonBot hissed back and waved his arms all scary like before setting off to find his robosociates, Joey Mousepad and Clamps.