Optimus had his hand before his eyes in consternation. Prowl had literally hit the floor at the logical impasse. Jazz and Ironhide were still laughing and showed no signs of being able to stop. It wasn't until Ratchet winged one of his trademark ratchets off of both of their shoulders that there was again silence in the room. Ratchet again made his demand.

"It was bad enough that I had to do the spark transfer after Devastator and Astrotrain ganged up on him. It was worse that I had to be the one to explain to him that we wouldn't be able to switch him back to his old protoform until the next shipment of supplies from Cybertron. But I draw the line here!" With a definitive slap of his hand on the conference table, Ratchet turned and stormed out of the conference room.

Optimus sighed and turned to Jazz. "Wake Prowl up. I can't make this one an order, so we're going to follow the human tradition and draw straws. The looser gets to be the one to tell Grimlock about interfacing."