Ropes cut into his plating, but Blurr thrashed anyway, twitching and jolting with restless energy. His words came out like rapid gunfire, nonstop: “Letmegoletmegoifyouthinkthiswillholdme—itwon’t, noittotallywon’t, you’regoingtogettrashedwhenmyteammatescomeback!” He strained, optics darting to the comm on his wrist, still trying to activate it with every squirm. Even bound on the floor, his voice never slowed, the threats and pleas all one tangled, breakneck stream of sound.