[ It wasn't exactly a birthday party for Rodimus either. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck next to Tarn if he had to be some organic's property, but after a few days any Cybertronian face was better than when he was taken out of his cell to be touched and prodded at for reasons he didn't entirely understand.

He'd tried to kill him a few times, and earned a few painful shocks directly to his spark, but even his grouts of fire wouldn't come.

Rodimus had started to become extremely concerned over the state of his internals. Between having something so ingrained as part of him shut down, the hunger, the gross, slimy feeling in his internals, and the queasiness squirming around in his tanks, he was worried something was really wrong. For now he was keeping quiet, swallowing down his panic. ]

Huh?

[ Tarn's voice takes him by surprise. He frowns, then moves closer to the Decepticon's cell. To be honest, being crushed to death by Tarn was a more acceptable fate than being kept as some organic's plaything. He leans close, curling his hands around the bars. ]

He figured out I could probably burn this whole place to the ground and put a stop to it, if that's what you're asking. The rest of it seems to be for fun.