[The manual flings into the wall and falls open to the floor. Minimus is letting it lie there messily.]

You could have explained the situation to me and saved us this grief! [He stands glaring at Megatron for a few more seconds before he presses a hand against his forehead. Now he exposed himself for no good reason.]

Don't ask me why I was forged this way, this is my own irreducible self. We're here to clean your work. Now if you'll excuse me - [He walks over to the armor and disconnects the legs. Time to get them onto himself one sleeve at a time.]