"This pitiful example of computer use perfectly fits this worthless human scum somehow daring to speak of freedom!"
Ravage growled in a low voice from his place in confirmation of this sentence. Crappy images of strange creatures on the mainframe console touched absolutely nothing in his spark - and he was dozing...
"Let's see, though..." - voice of the Master - not Soundwave, but the real Master, the Pack Leader - still was full of boredom; his right hand just finished clicking and changing into some kind of bulb with a small ball, protruding from its lower side
"That'll do, I suppose? So... I'm too young to die... Hurt me plenty... Let it be Ultra Violence."
Ravage yawned as the crappish image suddenly wrinkled and slid down the screen, opening some kind of a barely recognizeable picture — some room with two strangely moving human-like shapes in the center of it. Master rolled the ball of his now completely changed hand on the surface of the table, making the picture on the screen move sharply like the one of the security camera when that camera is controlled by some dumbaft like Bonecrusher or Blitzwing... Ravage growled again, now in a voice of complain - this sharp manner of movement hurt his sensitive optics.
"Go away if you don't like it. Get some energon or go see your carrier" - Megatron half-turned to face 'his favourite dog' - "Don't growl here like that"
Ravage stood up, lazily stepped over connected to the mainframe human-made computer and strided towards corridor. At the edge of the door he turmed and glanced at the screen once more... There was no violence there. Only strange humanlike forms, collapsing to the ground.
- half an hour later
"Oh, you stupid gun-fodder! How dare you?" - Megatron's voice was rolling across Nemesis like a thunder; Ravage heard cursing and swearing on his way back even on the previous deck, but here, up close, it was like Master was taking a real battle. In a burst of speed, the black metallic quadruped sprung into the Control room just in time to see a huge red "Game Over" splash across the screen.
"Ultra-violence you call that?" - Master turned around, his eyes burning with anger. "I'll show you ultra-violence" - he hissed menacingly, mounting his cannon back onto his arm. "No one ever dared to say ME game over! Ravage!" - he snapped, throwing out pointing finger - "TAKE HIM!"
Paw gears' moan mixed with tingling sensation of happiness — the happiness of following Master's directive — as Ravage's fangs easily went into the soft plastic, thin metal and crusty electronic schemes of "Intel-Pentium". Now this was violence! And Ravage enjoyed its every bit.