[He wants to ask all sorts of personal questions about Knock Out and his deal and how he's the only Decepticon medic around, and that must be hard, but maybe it's best to wait until after he doesn't need help anymore to potentially annoy his doctor.]

I don't remember if they got shorted or just quit on me, if there's some kind of radiation out there... [see if he only had a brain.

He lies back against the slab and opens the relevant compartments, staring up at the ceiling. No stranger (and no objections, vainly) to getting looked at, though he prefers the times when he's out of it if there's going to be work done.]

You can probably pull it out and replace it if it's completely slagged. I'm not afraid of a little discomfort. [PRIDE]