Starscream's eyes flash, and he lets out a resentful little hiss, squaring his shoulders. "I am not going to try to kill Megatron," he snaps. "I just want to be his second-in-command. And the head of the Decepticon scientific corps," he admits, but hey, go big or go home, right? "But mostly his second-in-command. I know I can do more, I can do better -- I just want him to give me a chance."

It sounds so pathetic when he says it out loud, and he immediately grits his teeth, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I deserve a chance," he says, with conviction backed by entirely unearned confidence. Seriously, what is the point of being Megatron's conjunx socia if he's not going to get a promotion out of it.