I don't even know what the heck this has spurned from just know I'm purely crazy right now.
Megatron groaned and rubbed at his faceplates as his second continued to work on his injuries that looked worse than they really were. He didn't know why Starscream was making a big fuss over it. He let a loud cycle through his vents, like what humans called a sigh and he slouched, moving slightly.
"Don't move." Starscream hissed correcting his leader.
Megatron, being the really foul mech he was and being in a really foul mood, shifted slightly and the welding ran off his jaw up to the top of cranium. "I said not to move!" Starscream shrieked sitting up from his position.
"Would you stop shrieking! You're giving me a CPU-ache and you're screwing up repairs!" he roared shoving Starscream backwards.
"It's in my namesake! I can't help it that I was designed like this!" he shrieked again with a huff. "Besides it's your fault! You keep moving!"
"I keep moving because it's hurting an you're getting really annoying!"
"Well you're turning my good day into a bad one!"
Megatron hesitated and narrowed his eyes. "We just had out AFTS handed to us in EGYPT and you were having a GOOD day!"
Starscream sat defiant. "Doesn't mean you gotta make it worse…"
"STARSCREAM!" he yelled chasing after his already retreating second.
SERIOUSLY I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM! DDD8