[Voice, completely and utterly unfiltered]

[theprimerprime]

[It's nearly 4 in the morning, and Sentinel's comm has been unintentionally switched on in the middle of some kind of commotion involving a fair bit of cursing in Cybertronian and...what sounds like an angry cat? After a moment of this, the sound of Sentinel stomping over and snatching up the comm so that he can speak (or bellow, rather) into it properly.]

OPTIMUS. I want this hairy organic THING of yours out of our base RIGHT NOW!