When most individuals thought of a campfire, it was usually a small little blaze contained in a ring of stones that involved camping and ghost stories and simple pleasures like that.

For Overlord, it involved a pile of scraped Cybertronians that he had managed to set fire to, using them as a means of signaling his and Pharma's location to his little army they'd been separated from.

Sorry, Pharma. This wasn't going to be a pleasant night.

"Still with me, doctor?" the Decepticon mused, glancing around the pile towards the former Autobot with a dark grin. "I haven't scared you off have I?"