"You've always been creative, though. Rust virus?" First Aid says, hardly masking the venom in his tone.

He swallows, his mind racing. What should he do? Should he call for Ratchet? He had to break free somehow-- without slicing his throat open. His visor narrows and he reaches up to touch one of the teeth of the saw, feeling how sharp it is.

First Aid takes a gamble, lifting his leg and trying to stomp on Pharma's foot.