"You don't get to be mad at me for my powers!" Rex doesn't know how he always ends up riled up about something even after the most exhausting days. It's a talent, really. One that's only fueled whenever his friends remind him of how much he screwed up, demanding him to keep it down, to not 'go over the top'. He certainly didn't need your scolding, either.

Robot replaying the same scenes and pointing out how he objectively messed up today with the mission doesn't help either. He groans, pinching his nose bridge and placing a hand on his hip, giving the transmission a glance. Okay... He does look pretty out of control. Maybe a building did crumble down when it shouldn't have. But the casualties shouldn't be as important when it comes to saving the world, no?

"You know what I think this is? I think it's personal, because you just hate me blowing up stuff." Accusatory words and even worse mannerisms, he now scowls at you, mind reeling through a way out of this. "Go on, say it. Be my guest." Maybe he should learn to keep his mouth shut and take the constructive criticism, but it's hard.