"Very funny," Wheatley sneered, still attempting to extricate himself from in between Ratchet and the shelving. "Do you ridicule all your patients? That's professional of you."

He narrowed his eyes, peering past the Autobot, trying to plot the easiest way out before there were needles and tests and stethoscopes. "Giant blue head. I'm sure you've seen him. Attacked me in the shower."