Knock Out has to resist the urge to roll his optics -- is this really the best the Autobot can come up with? Apparently subtlety is not a principle of Autobot training.

"I'm sure you do," Knock Out says, his voice richly smug, as though he knows a joke Rodimus isn't privy to. He cycles away his saw blades for his hands, reaching out to tap his fingertips lightly against Rodimus's injured shoulder. "And we're all just dying to hear it. Perhaps you'd be willing to step inside and share that information with myself and our lieutenant. Rodimus, you said?"