"It's a little late for that," Blitzwing growled, voice beginning to heat up a little as he contemplated just what he'd have to do to fix this little problem -- just in time for the intercom to come on.

He snarled, releasing Scourge's arm. Oh, he was so, so, so tempted to just haul off and throw a flowerpot at that slagging mechanical nuisance -- by which he probably meant the intercom. Probably -- but no. That'd be a shameful waste of a perfectly nice flowerpot.

"We'll continue this discussion tomorrow," he snapped at Scourge, just before the nurses came to separate. Whether or not Scourge managed to catch up with him and Lugnut didn't matter; tonight all Blitzwing's attention would be focused on finishing the mission he'd set three slagging days ago. Kon could wait until tomorrow.

After all, none of them were going anywhere.