[He may have faced bigger, but has he faced awesomer and more un...uh, vincible, than Whirl? Whirl would scoff at the very thought.]

[But his optic, peering over the edge of the dumpster, sees a weapon, pointed at his leg. He kicks the foot, experimentally, watching the gun track. Hey! Kind of neat! If it weren't, you know, a weapon pointed at his foreknee.]

[Slag. Welp. So much for 'robots in disguise'. He was never good at this stealth slag, anyway. So he'll push out of the dumpster, feet coming to rest on the ground, standing up. It's really hard to roll your eyes when you have one optic, but Primus bless him, he's trying!]

Is this the part where we swap ultimatums?

[Because Whirl likes ultimatums.]