Ruin my afternoon, the older mech says. Jazz has to smile at that. It isn't a nice smile.
"What is one ruined afternoon for you, Megs? I had three hundred vorns ruined because of you! Can you imagine how... annoying it is to listen to your onw kid whining because the creator of the child's creator had the gall to rip out the kid's vocoder?"
He moves his arm in such a way that he is able to touch the other individual. Somewhere here is sure that his third would love to try a vivisection on the squishy animal, both of them really.
"You never liked me hooking up with lab rats, didn't you?"