Misc.

Rumble was staring up at him open-mouthed. He looked down at the energon cube glowing next to him and then looked up and said plaintively, “Aw, come on, you sure you won’t—”

“I would rip out my own fuel pump first!” Cyclonus roared at him as his temper slipped its leash at this fresh provocation. “And if you ever again attempt to bribe me, ever, I will instantly and without mercy destroy you. Do I make myself clear?”

Rumble was leaning back wide-eyed, hands held up. “Whoa! Whoa! Yeah! You do! What’s all the destroying talk!”