"No Scrappy! Bad!", Raf told her firmly after they pried her of Bumblebee.
Scrappy Prime's eyes grew, if possible, even larger, but she timidly closed her mouth. She tilted her head and chittered, before imperiously dismissing the Autobots with a role of her optics, turning her attention back to Raf's ministrations, who cooed at her. The 'Bots openly gaped at this behaviour.
"But they're Small! Uncontrollable! Many! They eat 'Bots like us for breakfast!", Bulkhead said hysterically.
"Is there a problem with being small?", Miko interjected, her eyebrow raised.
"Doesn't seem to uncontrollable to me!", Raf agreed.
"And I don't see any ot...", Jack turned around at the sound of metal hitting metal. Behind them was an army of scraplets, all staring reverently at Raf. "Okay, you've got a point at the many..."
"... But somehow I don't think they're going to risk Raf's wrath by eating you...", Miko finished for him, pointing at the scraplets as they tried and failed to discreetly inch closer to the boy, failing in the 'discreet' part that is.
She perked up, a wicked idea having crossed her mind. "And imagine what they can do to any Decepticon Invaders! They're going to kick ass!"
The Autobots shared a hesitant glance.
This was going to come back to bite them in the asses. Literally perhaps. "Miko", Bulkhead voiced, "Do you think that's wise?"
The girl shrugged. "You only live once..."
Bulkhead faceservo'd at her choice of words. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of", he complained plainly.
Not being used to being the voice of reason, he turned to look at Arcee and Ratchet.
The First squirmed uncomfortably, "They are kind of cute when they're not trying to eat us", she hedged. Bulkhead couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"As long as they don't eat anything I need...", Ratchet said plainly.
Yeah, the world had definitely gone insane behind his back.
He needed some High-grade. Badly.