"Well, in any case we should be going, I guess. It'd be rude to keep our abductors waiting, wouldn't it?"
"May you please not call us that?" the four-armed neutral requests.
"We did tase him," the female guard points out.
"And throw him in the back of a truck," the male guard adds.
"Aaaand warp him away to a far-away continent without his express consent," the female guard continues.
"Exactly!" Facelift explains, perking up and clasping his hands together. "Decepticon law says I have the absolute right to dismember all of you and do with the leftovers what I please!"
The three neutrals exchange disturbed glances once again.
"Personally, I think I could make a killing off the big fellow's arms..." Facelift continues as a scalpel deploys from the tip of a finger.
"...But I will withhold on that for now," he continues, retracting the blade. "I'm having far too much fun! I've been cooped up in the guts of a crowded spaceship for almost a month; this little excursion is a much-needed breath of fresh air! ...Y'know, if I had lungs..."