“I, Grimlock, appreciate your rage, my... liege.” Grimlock’s tone was even and self-assured. As he spoke he strode over to the Ark design terminals. “I am sure the entire army requires such discipline but, alas, I, Grimlock, do not. Nor would it be appropriate.”

Prime withdrew his quad-rifle and took aim. Grimlock noted the action, nodded once, and raised a single finger as a silent request for another moment to speak. Prime narrowed his optics and kept a firm watch on the suddenly-eloquent Dinobot.

“That is to say, it is inappropriate because technically, I, Grimlock, am mere cycles old, barely a protoform. Like most precarious children, I, Grimlock, am merely bored...”



- Dungeons & Dinobots