Honestly, a transformer that turned into an explosive just didn't make sense to you. But seeing the yellowed K-class shout at Tarn of all mechs before an attempted detonation only to end up crumpled and disoriented and half-dead in the dirt when the decepticon justice division scattered made you like the skittery bot immediately. He stared up at you all- the group of messy, dinged Scavengers looking back at him. Misfire helped tug him out; and of course he had to make a comment. "Hey, bomb guy. You have a great chin." Fulcrum looked bewildered, more so at the hoarde of scruffed mechs around him. But probably because Misfire was holding Fulcrum's still attached fuel pump in his servos. Finally, he spoke, extending a servo towards Misfire. "Is that my fuel pump?"