Name's Lockdown

[Lockdown's holoform is browsing an auto shop, from the sparkplugs to the turtle wax. Isn't long before a clerk comes up to him.]

Can I help you, sir?

Nah, I'm good. Just need a few parts and wax that doesn't smell like... [He cuts himself off, looking rather agitated. Shakes his leg a little, as if being touched by some phantom figure.

Ignoring the clerk, the holoform leaves the shop and goes right for the source of his annoyance. Namely a little gray thing touching the hood of his real body, currently parked outside the shop. Apparently he doesn't consider it worth shifting to robot mode to deal with, because he just gives it a swift kick in the other direction.]

Beat it, meatbag! Allspark be damned, that's the second time today.