"Wouldn't you like to know," Knock Out snaps impatiently, his temper rising. He doesn't like the way this organic keeps needling him, or the fact that they're stuck in traffic and he can't do a thing about it. Not to mention Eusine's getting a little too close to the truth with his wanton guessing. Knock Out jostles the cab a bit, rocking his chassis back and forth. "Now, I've been courteous enough to entertain your inane questions, but I think this conversation is quite finished. Out. Now."