“Don’t lie to me, Spinister!” He takes a step forward, fists clenching at his side. His internals twist with rage as he points accusingly at the pale paint transfer marring his darker plating.

"Who else on this miserable rock has the shade of teal?”

How could this be happening? He doesn’t know what else to say as his frame begins to vibrate from the effort keeping him from ripping Spinister’s arms off.