"My business is none of yours," snaps Knock Out, impatient with the fact that he apparently can't shake this human on his own terms, no matter what he does. He revs his engine a little, as much a threat as anything. "And more important than anything you've ever done, I'm sure. Whatever gave you the impression that I have the time to waste with you, or the inclination to bother? I don't fraternize with fleshies."