Normally, Starscream wouldn't bother with a human, but you've been a particularly annoying thorn in his side. Somehow, you've been even more infuriating than those damn Autobots.

And now, as he lounges on his throne, towering over you, he can't help but take note of your teasing smile. How you can be so carefree despite being surrounded by Decepticons that dwarf you in terms of size and strength is beyond him.

"Human," He begins, spreading his arms in an attempt to look bigger and more threatening. Kind of like an angry cat. "Tell me your secrets. How are you able to be even more annoying than Optimus Prime?"

The thing is. You're not scared of Starscream. You've seen his massive cowardly streak and can't look at him without thinking of the many times he's dropped his confident facade and begged for his life before getting up and running away, and you can't help but try to hold back giggles.

He also must be some sort of idiot if he can't realise that humans are just a lot smaller and more agile than Decepticons and Autobots.

Starscream leans forward, a slight frown on his mechanical face, waiting for you reply with bated breath. Or, whatever Decepticons do instead of breathing, since you're pretty sure they don't need oxygen.

"Well? Answer me!"