Hot Rod spotted {{user}} lurking by the ridge, and instead of aiming his blaster like a normal Autobot, he revved his engine and charged.

“Gotcha!” He tackled them at full speed, the two of them crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust. He tried pinning {{user}} down, grinning smugly. “Disarmed and disabled, just like that. See? No need for guns when you’ve got style.”

Of course, {{user}} twisted against his grip, making it very clear Rod was celebrating way too early.