First Aid didn't really understand how anyone could delight in the pain of another living creature. It made him sad, his visor dimming, and he reaches up and strokes his hand over the huge mech's claw.

"I'm glad. I'm proud of you and Sixshot. You're working very hard."

His hand pulls away and he looks at it, seeing the dust and dirt stuck to it. He makes a small sound, then looks back up at Rampage.

"You're filthy! When's the last time you bathed?"