There are a lot of things Knock Out appreciates about Earth's automobiles, but the traffic is not one of them.
He's far too impressive to be trapped in the middle of the street, moving along at a dead crawl for even the shortest amount of time. If discretion weren't key (well, sort of) on this planet, he'd have half a processor to transform and find a fresh stretch of open road right now. But -- alas -- that is not an option.
And when some fleshling decides to open the door and crawl inside, it doesn't exactly do wonders for Knock Out's mood. It's a human this time, but the jury's out on whether or not that's an actual improvement. He's startled into silence for a moment, almost spluttering at the audacity of this human -- and then his engines rev in agitation, his interior lights glaring.
"What do you people think this is, a taxi service? Get out!"
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He's far too impressive to be trapped in the middle of the street, moving along at a dead crawl for even the shortest amount of time. If discretion weren't key (well, sort of) on this planet, he'd have half a processor to transform and find a fresh stretch of open road right now. But -- alas -- that is not an option.
And when some fleshling decides to open the door and crawl inside, it doesn't exactly do wonders for Knock Out's mood. It's a human this time, but the jury's out on whether or not that's an actual improvement. He's startled into silence for a moment, almost spluttering at the audacity of this human -- and then his engines rev in agitation, his interior lights glaring.
"What do you people think this is, a taxi service? Get out!"