"Considering the laissez faire attitude you and yours have had towards the usage of mnemosurgery, you'll have to forgive me for disbelieving." Sixshot had a high enough security clearance to know. Had been sent to destroy some of the Autobot mnemosurgery facilities himself.

"Besides, how else are you to reform me?" Dark, bitter humor shadows his words, the Phase Sixer's voice pitched low, bordering a growl. "And what am I to reform into, exactly?"