Transformers re-Prime-d (Season 1)

Metal Attraction

Ghost

"No."

"Get up, now!"

"No!"

"If you don't, so help me, I will—"

"You'll what?"

"I'll—"

"Knock me out, take me there yourself? Where I'll be subject to Primus knows what? Experimentation, torture, suffering, anything that gets results, am I right? Or, no, maybe I'll participate in a battle. I'll expend the last of my energy doing something I don't want to do –no, not that- something that 'literally' causes me pain to do, you know that right? You realize that? I am in pain! I am exhausted. I cannot work. I cannot go. I do not want to. You continue this and I'll resist. I won't fragging give up. I will fight you every step of the way. So, you do what you do. Or, you could make yourself useful for once in your fragging life, and you go and tell them, I'm not complying, I'm not playing by their fragging rules, I'm done!"

"You're done?"

"Yes, scrap-face, I'm done. What? Too dumb for my words to get through that scrap filled 'skull' of yours?"

"You done?"

"I'm done."

"Good, because I am done dealing with your slag. You hear me, I am done!"

I rolled my optics at him.

"What? You think this is a game?"

"What? You think this is a competition? 'Cause I can yell pretty fragging loud."

"A game? You speak of being useful, what use are you? You're a fracking defective Con who tried to snuff her own spark 'cause she got lonely. You can't be left the frack alone. I have to put up with your slag every fragging day; I have to do it! Do you know why?"

"You're a mindless drone?"

"It's my job! It's my duty! But you, you have no sense of the word! What kind of Decepticon are you?"

"A defective one according to you. Fragging tired by my accounts. Tired of all this slag."

"You're tired of it? Tired of what? Of others taking care of you? Giving you opportunities to fight? Realizing your potential? You're a fracking One-Percenter! You're an outlier! You waste more talent than anyone else I know. You had everything. Everything! And you wasted it. You tried to take your own life. Want to know proof you're defective? You failed. Ha! You failed. Any decent Con would've succeeded, but you? You're a failure, always have been, always will be. 'Uh, I can't get up. I'm tired. I'm in pain.' I'm done with all your complaining. Shut up or put up. Do you know how many vehicons die a day? How many, long, slow, agonizing deaths we deal with? Decapitation, spark chambers ripped out from our chests, bleeding out, ripped apart by canon fire, shot-shocked dead by blasters, shredded by swords, having our limbs torn out and being beat by them. But you, you can't even stand a little fragging pain? You're a sparkling who can't even try to act mature. Lonely? Miss your creator? Yeah, suicide is the obvious answer! You're pathetic. I hope you know that."

"Me, pathetic? Go frag yourself! You're a fragging vehicon! You're worthless. Do you know why you all are called drones, why you all die so often? It's because you all 'suck'. You're horrible in battle! The Autobots aren't ruthless, the Decepticons are! They create a large weak force, and inspire them to volunteer for suicide missions daily by telling them that they are worth more than the scrap they're built from."

"You know what? I'm done with you. Go join the Allspark for all I care. You aren't worth my 'worthless' time." He left his station and walked toward the door.