"It doesn't have to be this way, motor."
Onslaught was exhausted. Starscream was enough of a pain without the vile leader of the stunticons on his tail.
"Whatever, big shot! Now that starscream's in charge, you losers think you can strut around and take run of the place! I'm not having it! You can't take the spot we worked so hard for!"
"Star is in charge. That puts my team directly below the seeker command trine. I was top strategist before that, it's just the way it is motormaster."
"I bet you know all about how it is, you kiss up! Whatever, my stunticons could tear your worthless team apart!"
Onslaught laughed.
"What's so funny, screamer's pet?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Don't mess with me, pet! What's funny!?"
Onslaught really didn't want to start a fight with this mess of a decepticon. He started for his room door.
"Don't ignore me, glitch!"
Onslaught groaned. "I laughed because your mechs wouldn't touch mine."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Motor spat, making Onslaught reel back slightly.
"I mean Breakdown gets along with my team swimmingly"
"Don't you bring my little brother into this, scumbag!"
"He's friends with Brawl. Deadend is close with Blastoff and Dragstrip, Wildrider and Vortex are inseparable. The only one with a grudge here is you, and it's exhausting. Motormaster, forget whatever Megatron put in your head." Onslaught pushed his way into his quarters