"Death before dishonor." Optimus raised his servos slightly in the air, trying to sound like a king.

"Oh, no..." The old lady facepalmed her forehead tiredly.

"What?"

"Death BEFORE, DISHONOR!" The old lady emphasized her sentence, with a glare.

"... This lesson could be your very last." He tilted his head slowly, clearly pissed.

"If you threat my life one more time today, I'm in my car and I'm off home!" The old lady looked ready to leave with a frown on her face.

He rolled his optics lazily before responding in his deep voice,

"Then go home."