"No, but you're getting close. So don't even think about it. Not even Prime gets away with it." There was a brief crackle and sparks, and Ratchet began to weld the broken pieces in Megatron's hand back together with a tiny microwelder. It wouldn't be perfect, but Megatron would be able to use his fingers again, and his self repair would smooth out the marks.

"Hn. And here I was hoping to walk in on two or more of you rolling around, trying to kill each other in the oil bath again." Optimus snickered, fondly replaying the memory.

::You all can defend yourselves very well, I know. But you shouldn't have to in your own home. He can have one of the far rooms, and if it ever gets to be a problem or makes any of you uncomfortable, just let me know.::