Ratchet, to his credit, does not slap Rodimus full in the face, or attempt to strangle him. He does start yelling.
"What is wrong with you?!" he demands and mid-volume, still working on Rodimus to check for melted parts or ash clogging his joints, his hands moving quickly. "Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all, or was being deliberately obnoxious to an ex-warlord while his psychotic torture minion was right there next to him just something you needed to check off on your to-do list for today? How long have you even been here--what are you going to do for an encore? Oh--wait--" Ratchet's voice drops to a vicious hiss, optics suddenly bright. "Maybe you'll meet the guy you discharged on false pretenses and exiled while he apparently has amnesia and then not tell him what happened, conveniently making it my job." There's real anger in Ratchet's voice now, not just bluster, and he snaps a piece of plating he was checking under back into place and draws back, his lips twisting. "You're having a hell of a week, Rodimus. I'm almost impressed."
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"What is wrong with you?!" he demands and mid-volume, still working on Rodimus to check for melted parts or ash clogging his joints, his hands moving quickly. "Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all, or was being deliberately obnoxious to an ex-warlord while his psychotic torture minion was right there next to him just something you needed to check off on your to-do list for today? How long have you even been here--what are you going to do for an encore? Oh--wait--" Ratchet's voice drops to a vicious hiss, optics suddenly bright. "Maybe you'll meet the guy you discharged on false pretenses and exiled while he apparently has amnesia and then not tell him what happened, conveniently making it my job." There's real anger in Ratchet's voice now, not just bluster, and he snaps a piece of plating he was checking under back into place and draws back, his lips twisting. "You're having a hell of a week, Rodimus. I'm almost impressed."