[Oh, he does want to do that Barricade. In fact...

When Ramjet laughs, the audio sways and spits static, turning in on itself in an apparent attempt to avoid broadcasting the noise.]

I would prefer to annihilate your atoms one by one, working inwards in all the little glittering layers that make up you, from the flat, gray, nearly mundane energon atoms in your frame, to the tiny, sparkling supernovas in your spark.

I also know of a delightful little spark affliction that turns the victim into a black hole of eternal hunger, their spark consuming itself but unable to extinguish as they're mindlessly driven to feed on others.

No, I don't care, Barricade...

[The whisper slithers and drips like mercury, eating up the air like acid on metal as Ramjet seamlessly slides between terrifying focus, and bombastic, over-dramatic descriptions that may... or may not... have actual anchor in reality.]

But someone else does. Or did. So it all depends on how good you're going to be, and how long you'd prefer to stay alive as he'd probably prefer.