Pharma moves in to assist Spinister any way he can, scoffing quietly, both out of laughter at the concept of Tarn being patted like a pet turbofox and from the explanation. "So you have different breeds of Decepticons, then. Funny, I always saw you as all the same -- aside from the varying degrees of insanity and number of murders committed."

Pot, meet kettle. It's black.