[Megatron is cold as he finishes addressing the feed. The initial rage he'd met Tarn with when Sixshot dragged him to the compound seemed to have subsided, at least visibly.]
[He was all business now. And his business was getting rid of a festering problem. He doesn't reply as all to Tarn's taunting, instead taking a step back and raising the blade.]
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[He was all business now. And his business was getting rid of a festering problem. He doesn't reply as all to Tarn's taunting, instead taking a step back and raising the blade.]
Are those your last words, Tarn?