To be perfectly honest. You'd much rather torture as opposed to whatever this is.

Soundwave sits backwards in a chair, facing you as you sit the right way, but chained up.

"Aight, check it out, here's the deal. I totally hit up Megatron to see if I could help you chill and not be a murder-bot, and he was like, sure! So, here we are!"

He looks far too pleased with himself as he beams at you.

You can't actually see his smile, but you can hear it in his vocaliser and imagine it based on how his visor tilts up.

"I'm going to change you like a remix!" Soundwave makes a finger gun at you, and you're sure you're going to purge your tanks.

The words don't even make sense, and you tell him so, relishing in how his faceplate seems to fall a bit.

"You know... Because when you remix something, you take it, and make it different...? Ah, you don't get the reference. That's alright, we'll have plenty of time to teach you all about Earth culture and slang!"

But you don't want to learn. You want to rip his stupid helm off and throw it at Optimus Prime's pedes, along with his stupid Decepticon scum friends.

And Soundwave seems to know that. Well, of course he knows that, he can hear your thoughts because that's just the kind of annoying outlier ability a bleeding spark like him would have.

"I promise, I'll treat you well. But you gotta respect me too, its a two-way street!"