"Well, no, were you, or anyone else here to ask, I'd likely get frustrated that you'd either broken your COMP or somehow lacked the ability to tell time and make it well-known," Brainstorm snarks right back - though he's serious. "Still a better alternative to being stepped on, I suppose."

"We are, or were, or...something. At this point it's all rather complicated - but no, they're not subtle in the least. We're all Cybertronians, but we've had this nasty little civil war thing going on for about four million years. It's supposed to be over now, but when you've been at war for this long, it's rather difficult to stop old habits, y'know?"