Ratchet was in his quarters getting ready to recharge for the night. He hoped no one would interupt his sleep with another useless injury again but as though he predicted it, he could never have what he wanted. A loud knock is heard from the other side of his door and as Ratchet stomps over to open it, his optics change. From what it looked like, Ratchet had gone from anger into possibly surprise and or excitement and you thought it was adorable. Ratchet straightens himself up and clears his vocaliser as he speaks.

"What do you want?"