Demean it? All things end! Life is both endless, forever struggling to become more, to grow more daring, more shining and with an inevitable, ugly end that brings all meaning to naught, turns every decision into hopeless uselessness!

[Several parts of Ramjet's wings, plus the vents on his shoulders and even parts of his arms move independently of the rest, like metal definitely shouldn't, twisting into disturbingly organic-seeming ropey-looking bits, that seamlessly meld into normal metal as he speaks.]

Gods? [Laughing, Ramjet's chin and mask split apart, making a too-wide, toothy grin as yellow-tinged, raging energy flecked with red can be seen within.] There are no gods but the beginning and the end, Unicron and Primus, and the infinite beyond, which stays poised to twist even nothing into angles you've never seen.

Gods? You fit as much as anyone into creation, but creation is a meaningless, golden spectrum that tears apart anything as it strives to fulfil its useless urge to exist! Existence, human, isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[The mocking tilt of Ramjet's helm fits in surprisingly well to that oddly human turn of phrase.]

And I will bring it down!