Countering whining with more whining. First Aid shakes his head.

"You know you ought to learn how to do this yourself, or I'll be pinning you down and grooming you every time I see you, buddy."

He's well aware this tickles, but he knows it also can feel rather good. Getting all that grime and grossness out of the joints and such was usually such a relief. First Aid pulls a cloth from his subspace, wiping down the plating as he goes until it gets too filthy to use, which he drops in front of Rampage's face.

"Look how nasty that is. I'm not even anywhere near done."