Ugh, Alternians -- do things ever go predictably with them? As far as fleshy life forms go, they're even worse than humans. Knock Out's entire chassis jerks as he flinches at Sollux's claws digging into the seat, and when he sees that knife, he leaks a little coolant. Scrap. His voice shifts gears entirely -- no longer quite so menacing, but now nervous and a little fearful.

"Whoa, whoa -- haha, hey now -- let's put the knife down, shall we? Let's...talk about this like reasonable people. Just -- not the upholstery, all right?!"