Knock Out lets out a few pained yelps as Sollux starts tearing up his upholstery -- he can take it, sure, but it doesn't feel good, and he cringes at the thought of what a mess his interior is going to look like when this is over. He's going to need a body shop pronto.

"Hey -- hey -- hey! Watch it -- you lunatic! What is it with Alternians?!"

Luckily for Knock Out, he has speed on his side, and it's a fortunately short time before he pulls into a relatively secluded area, wasting absolutely no time in transforming back to his default mode -- around Sollux, skillfully moving him from cab to holding him securely in one metal fist. At only ten feet tall, he's not the most impressive Cybertronian around, but he's large enough to hold the troll in one hand and glare at him, optics sharpening.

"Now," he says, his voice scathing, "we can talk."