...I don't think Temper and I will like each other very much. [Meaning: if gets his hands upon the glitch, Temper is going down. Not that Devcon will be able to do so, but the satisfaction in trying would be sweet enough. He knows he's doomed when it comes to becoming a better "policeman", and seeing he's a bad Autobot, things might get messy. Or painful.]

Anybot thinking they can teach any other being a "lesson," is a 'bot in need of taking down. [And his vocals grow cold, not mean, just cold.] I've met the kind. I've suffered the kind. My friends are gone, or dead, because of Temper's ilk. Besides, we just about saved the universe, and Primus wouldn't...

[I left, didn't I? I said I had better things to do but to stay and help Ratbat and Cheetor rebuilt Cybertron... Aw, slag. This is punishment, isn't it?]

Slag.