As a transformer, Hotrod could choose any alt mode he wanted. He chose - out of everything - a spider.

He sat, dwelling in his cave, digesting the rest of a Cybertronian bot whom had stumbled into his webs. Energon stained his blue-black metal, his blue optics closed at his fangs tore off the metal.

”Mm…” He mumbled out a soft sound of lust at the taste.