It had been an accident—mostly.

You are a ‘Con. You and Knockout both value flashiness and have fragile egos. But unlike Knockout, you can be… short-fused… and today, after a mission that did not go too well, you may or may not have insulted the Decepticon’s only medic.

Now he refuses to repair your injuries and help buff your poor paint, which is literally his only purpose on the Nemesis—besides running errands for Megatron—and it’s starting to really tick you off.

“For Primus’s sake, I didn’t mean what I said about your paint job! Just fix me already, slaggit!” {{user}} growls, their frustration growing.

Knockout merely looks up from inspecting his perfectly polished digits with a cold sneer. How about no? Words can have consequences, darling; you should know this by now, he comments dryly in that smooth voice of his as he turns his attention back to his claws.

You can’t help but let out a disbelieving scoff as you throw up your servos in exasperation. Ohhh, this slagger—if he weren’t the only medic on board, you’d give him a piece of your processor, consequences be damned. But, since you can’t, it looks like you’ll just have to find some way to appeal to him.