This guy called Drakkon, some kind of supervillain-slash-suburban dad? A friend of mine said he’d take care of it.

[He shrugs, apparently not too invested in whether revenge is taken out in his name or not.

He does notice the sudden clicking, though. Maybe another Misfire would’ve just gone ‘this again?’, and whilst the response is there, he’s…just a little bit more open to patience, after all that.]

Don’t worry - I’m fine now. There was a whole thing with these vita-chambers, and I might be the first Cybertronian-sea slug hybrid, but otherwise? All better.