*hears that, and spins around to look for the source of the voice* *stops short, optics going wide and a look of real horror coming over his face at the sight of a battered, broken, missing-winged double of his second lieutenant staring timidly up at him*

I am Galvatron! I can do anything I please! *the words are pretty much reflexive, but he still sounds like he believes it*

*moves closer, peering at you* And you are... Scourge?