Mutter.  Weld.  Clank. Curse.  Mutter.

“…Ratchet?”

Clank.  Clank.  Curse.  “What?” Mutter...

“…nothin’.  Never mind.”

Pause.  

“What the slag did you do this time, ‘Hide?”

“…what makes you think I did anythin’?”

Sigh.  “Your energon pump has increased its activity since you came in here.  You’re fidgeting and you’re staring at the ceiling as if it were Chromia’s-”

Sputter.  “Don’t you dare finish that-”

“What did you do?”

Shuffle.  “I might have done something…”

Sigh.  “I figured that.  Now what exactly did you do?”

Grumble.

Dead silence.  “…I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“…I might have accidentally run over the boy’s rodent pet.”

Mutter. “…I was afraid of that.”  Snarl.  “Ironhide, you slaggin’ idiot!!!”

“Honest to Primus, I didn’ mean it!”  Pause.  Scurry.  “Put that away, Ratch-”  

CLANG.  

Yelp.  “The lubricatin’ rodent was in the middle of the-” Duck.  

CRASH. BOOM.  

“-road!  What’s that?  Oh, Primus, don’t throw that.”

“That isn’t an excuse, you smeltin-”

“IRONHIDE!!! I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE, YOU PET KILLER!!!”  

Pause.  

Indignant.  “Are you trying to hide in my med-bay?”

Transform.  Whisper.  “Sh.  If the boy asks, you never saw me.”  

Rolls out.  

Silence.  

Tap, tap.  “…three, two…”

“GET BACK HERE, YOU PIECE OF JUNK!!!”

Tires squeal.

Distant rumbling.

Silence.  

“…he ran the dog over on purpose, the slagger…”