"I'm not going to step on you." Whirl says like this is the stupidest thing he's heard. "I just got my knees fixed."

"If I was going to do something, I'd use these." Whirl holds up one of his claws, which is attached to a very large rotorwell. "But, your very lucky day. I am very sick of organic in my plating after the last time."

Whirl's optic arcs.

Oh god. Was that a joke.

Maybe that was a joke.

Who knows.

"You're new. Huh." Whirl uses a giant claw to tap Stiles. "You've got that fresh off the Ingress smell"