With a low snort at the joke, Optimus eagerly accepted the first offered cube, downing over half of it before bothering to reply. He let out an angry engine huff when he was finished, wiping his mouth off gracelessly. He was too tired to be 'presentable' in front of his own consorts - he trusted them more than anyone else, after all.

"'Less objectionable company' is right. That glitch thought it would be a good idea to initiate a what he probably thought was a perfectly acceptable surprise trust-building exercise'. In the worst way possible."

He lifted an irate optic ridge, gesturing down at himself. His panels were closed at least, but given the fresh scuff marks, it was quite obvious what he was pointing out.