"Hey -- watch the finish!" Knock Out splutters desperately, attempting in vain to shrink away from Starscream. He's spinning his wheels, here, and his glibly constructed lie has just blown up in his face -- what options does he even have? He could stick to his guns, but that's not going to do him -- or his paint job -- any favors.

"All right -- all right -- I lied! Are you happy?" He sounds agitated, almost waspish, and he huffs air through his vents. "Yes, I've been stranded on this planet for years now -- now will you let me go? It's going to take hours to buff this out!"