“You fragger!” Tarn bites out, frustrated by the downright jovial tone in Rampage’s voice. He wants to punch him in his smug face, but refuses to risk putting his fingers anywhere near that gaping maw ever again. After all, he has no idea if the mech intends to continue to snack on him.

Instead, Tarn continues to try to wiggle free of the legs straddling his hips. He just wish he knew what to do to get Rampage away; some way to strike back at the seemingly indestructible.

The only thing he can do is protect his most vital parts and hope for the best. He just needs keep the monster away from his t-cog. It's all he has left to soothe himself.