"Same sort of interpersonal problems, yeah," Sam said with a nod. As much as he'd like to have hope that people would get better, they didn't seem to really make a whole lot of progress in being more decent as a collective group of people. Optimus said humanity was a young race, but Sam wondered just how old a race they had to be before people stopped being dicks to each other.

"I mean, we can keep drinks cold now without sticking them in the snow, right?"