Okay, fine, he'll leave the name issue alone. There's more important things to talk about than names. Like a planet he doesn't remember. "Twice?" he asks, looking a bit... bleak. "An' I don't remember... nothin'?"

That doesn't bode well. And then his face darkens.

"Who gave you a crew?"

Sorry, Rodimus. He has a really hard time accepting how many years have passed, let alone the fact Rodimus isn't Hot Rod like he should be. And the kid he knew probably shouldn't have been leading a parade, let alone a crew...

"I mean uh. Brainwho?"