"Argh -- Breakdown!" It's a snappish sort of yelp, half
agitation and half surprised pain as one of the mutant cyborgs starts
digging into his shoulder plating, its sharp claws trying to find the
seams and, apparently, tear out some of the metal. His finish is going
to be completely trashed if he doesn't get these things off of him
soon. He swipes at it with his saw blade, but it's an odd angle to
reach for. Breakdown is obviously having an easier time with these
things than he is. "I need you to help, not -- not -- what the
frag are these things? There's no end to them!"