"Well, if I didn't before, I certainly have a clear picture now, thanks to all of Megatron's relentless monologuing."

Knock Out rolls his optics viciously, his voice heavy with sarcasm, but he keeps his voice furtively low, because now that Soundwave's on the ship, he knows he can't speak too freely. Holy shit does he hate Soundwave hanging around.

"I won't bore you with the details, but the short of it is that our dear leader and his loyal communications officer got into a scuffle with the Autobots and needless to say, it didn't end well." He pauses to swig back the entire contents of the beaker, his optics flickering for a second while the home-made tankrot settles into his lines. "And as of the end of that little skirmish, we've lost, oh, only about every tactical advantage we ever had."