"The air is fine," Barricade rumbled, stooping to walk through a particular low point in the passage. He was certain there'd be more of those ahead, but at least it wasn't as restrictive as the watery tunnels. "It's the fragging spores that bother me."

He let the 'stubborn lump' insult go, otherwise it would put him one step closer to throwing the Meister to their destination. Throw, drag, kick, whatever it took to get him to shut his mouth. Resisting that meant keep playing nice, which was harder and harder the farther they went. So long as Qilby didn't start throwing mushrooms at him, they should be fine, though.

"I am -" Barricade paused, and his tone changed to sounding like he was mimicking someone he didn't like. "- an autonomous robotic organism from the planet Cybertron. Cybertronian, if that makes it easier for you to remember."

Not that Cybertron was much to write home about anymore, but that's what war did to things.