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Nagging simpleton! Belligerent dolt! If Megatron respired, his breath would have been wasted on his stubborn, scheming Second-in-Command. Treacherous wretch! Faithless pile of rusting scrap! No epithet had quite captured the disgust he felt for the Seeker… Pathetic, traitorous fool! Lying piece of slag! …who had often driven him beyond words to an inarticulate roar of rage and frustration. Tin-plated failure! Static turncoat! He was coming to believe no sound existed to accurately express his fury... Rust-encrusted moron! Useless, simpering, double-crossing parasite! …until he came across a flesh creature word that perfectly distilled everything Starscream was into one potent syllable. |