The cargo bay was one of the few places Rodimus could actually stretch out and not feel cramped or claustrophobic. It wasn't exactly a nice place to hang out, but it was some place at least he could move unhindered. He was in the middle of bending over, touching the tips of his feet to stretch his struts when a voice bubbles up behind him.

"Hey, wait a god damn minute here. My name is Rod--" he starts, straightens out, and then his voice catches in his throat as he looks up at the huge purple beast in front of him.

"Oh, hell no."