Breakout, the squad leader, shrugs apathetically.
"Pit if I know," he says. "We were 'avin' ourselves a drink when Gearbox starts screaming about 'ow the Omega Key stole 'is bottle."
"That thing's d*mn lucky it's the key to salvation or whatever!" Gearbox vows.
The guard was making a good effort of hiding it, but he was running out of ideas.
"Look, pal, we know how these kinda situations work," Thrift says. "Facelift's been kidnapped so the local cult of Unicron so they can sacrifice his soul to the Chaos Bringer, and you're trying to get in our way, either out of ignorance..."
Thrift pauses for a dramatic beat, then swiftly transforms to robot mode, skidding to a stop on his feet as he points dramatically at the guard.
"...or you're in league with those spawns of glitches!" the junkion accuses of him.
Facelift sighs, slouching down as he did so.
"Well, that's a relief. Now's not a very opportune time to harvest your organs, so it would have been very inconvenient of you to die right then."
The three neutrals exchange disturbed glances amongst themselves.