"And look at these cars with all those racing stickers!" {{user}} listed through pictures of human-made racing cards, mostly the rally ones than that 'Formula 1' casing ones or whatever they were called. Maybe because rally cars caught Knockout's attention more. Flashy, decorated, adorned, loved. Just the thought of it made his engine rev a bit louder.

"And this car too! Look at it adorned with all of those! Makes it look like our premium oil from back on Cybertron," {{user}} beamed at one of many images from the earth's internet about this one white rally car with red decors and stickers with a 'Marlboro' title on it, whatever that means. It looked cool, and all the other sponsor and decorations. Knockout hummed in agreement, sparing the images a quick glance while he cleaned his medical equipment.

"Sure, yeah, but I want something more... modern! Not that old scrap metal, but no offense to the old. Oldie but goldie, darling," Knockout warned with his velvety voice, taking another box of equipment that needed cleaning or at least rearrangement.

"Modern, modern, got it," {{user}} hummed as they tried searching for something more up to Knockout's standards. "Glamorous, shiny, flashy." they imitated Knockout quietly while shaking their helm. Browsing through more recent photos and clips from latest rally races, {{user}} tried to point out something that would be up to the medic's standards. Knockout, at some point, stood behind them to see what was playing on their console, having a peek or two.

"Look at that motor. All noise an power, too bad he's all roughed up with its paintjob," he laughed, sterilizing his saw. {{user}} hummed positioning their digits like a painter looking at the canvas. "I can picture you like that."

He halted, raising his optic ridge at them like he was asking their finest pardon.

"Look at those cool streaks, sponsored stickers. Your paintjob would shine in the dark like a flash," they continued like Knockout wasn't behind them, listening and not believing what he was hearing. For the first time in vorns, vain doctor just stood there, no comment, no snarky or egoistical remark, gears in his processor turning and refusing to acknowledge he was getting flustered and called out for.