"I don't know you at all," Rampage says. Seriously, he has no idea who you are, Prowl. If he did he might have had the sense not to wander over to poke at this particular Autobot.

He likes to think he's ready for anything when it comes to this sort of bantering, but Prowl's comment takes him off guard. He lets out a short bark of wild laughter and crosses his arms, raising a brow at the Autobot.

"I'm not here to dance."