Robustus is in the repair bay, ready to accept the loser and winner of the latest bout at the Grease pits. He refused to watch the carnage. Just didn't sit well with him having to witness how they get injured. Starscream comes in with a smirk on his face, but a few knives in his back. Et tu, brute? He walks over to Robustus. "I need these removed," he says, "As well as some minor repairs." Robustus cocks his head at the knives, then gestures to a table. "Of course sir." he intones in that deep baritone of his.