"Delivered him right to me?" Megatron repeats incredulously. His grip on Starscream's arm tightens painfully, and he throws him across the sand in time with a violin crescendo. "Do you expect me to simply pretend not to have overheard you gloating to yourself about my imminent defeat simply because your folly has yielded me something I want?" he demands, striding after him and bringing one of his massive feet down on Starscream's leg before he can make an attempt get away. "I do not need you functioning to claim my prize, Starscream."