[Optimus growled feebly into a pillow which he'd forgotten was in fact very comfortable indeed during the time he'd thrown it from his berth in a fit of pique and refused to use it again, and rubbed his face on it for a few seconds in genuine delight before he remembered he was talking to the idiot]

Go ahead and challenge me, you wagon. Fight me. I don't care. You'll lose, because you and every Megatron turn every argument into a- a grand thing when it can just be stupid! Let a stupid, dumb, idiotic fight be pointless, you- you-

[He trailed off for a few moments at the pillow again, finials twitching happily, before he once again remembered that this was a vitally important and grand thing. Probably]

Yes, well. I'd buy tickets to yours, I suppose. Couldn't have been that terrible at it since you only talk about it every time you open your mouth.