Sollux shrieks, losing his knife in the chaos of the car abruptly changing shape around him. His sunglasses have fallen off in the chaos too, and he stares at the robot holding him with trepidation.

He struggles, his feet kicking in the air, and his hands uselessly scratching and pounding against those metal fingers.

"Down! Down! Let me go down! Fuck you! I going to wreck you up shitty!"