Bumblebee raised a brow ridge in interest at the crimeboss known as Soundblaster when he told him about giving him a gift for risking his own skin to finish a difficult scavenging job.

Then he noticed exactly what the so called ‘gift’ was and frowned deeply at the idea.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had rough damages before and got on fine. That’s rather generous Soundblaster- but I don’t see how a bot in rough shape would be of any help.” The short yellow bot stated, gesturing to the collared mech that sat by Soundblaster’s makeshift throne.