Why am I in Transformers Prime?

Do you need some help?

Starscream came right when I had expected him to come. It is all part of the plan in my head.

“I will hate asking this, but, do you need help with something?” Starscream asks me.

I had the broken hand-made plane in my hand.

“Not if you are an expert in making small human stuff.” I said, putting the broken air plane on the floor beside me.  “If you can tell me whether or not I have my own external cleaning system then that’s a big help.”

“Sweat?” Starscream asks, picking up the broken airplane.

”No.” I said with a laugh. “Here’s what I mean: clean.”

My entire body became soaked, next it felt soapy, next it felt like I was getting rinsed, and after that I got dried off.

“See what I mean?” I ask, combing through my hair.

“.  .  . I think so.” Starscream said, looking so puzzled.

“Here’s another example: Laundry.” I said. My attire was clean in two minutes flat. “I mean this really would be useful but since some of these words come up in my conversations a few times and  .  .  .”

“It gets annoying.” Starscream finishes for me.

I nod.

“It’s a pain in the butt.” I said.

“Since you are part Cybertronian,” Starscream reminds me. “Go ask Knock Out to help you with the little problem.”

Starscream is reminding me of the uncle I should have had.

“Thank you, Miss Starscream!” I hug his leg then run fast as my legs could carry me.

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 .  .  . Medbay  .  .  .

.  .  . One hour later  .    .

 “So you need help with--what?” Knock Out sat on the chair to the table. He has a difficult time understanding what I am asking him to do.

I hop on the table.

“Pleassee.” I beg. “Please do something about it. Make it an ‘Activate: clean’ thing.” I instantly became clean, again. “I’m beggin’ ya!”

I did the puppy face.

“Okay, I’ll try.” Knock Out said, turning his helm away from me.

“You need a hug!” I proclaim.

“N-no-No—“  Knock out begins refusing.

I jumped then hit Knock Out’s chest armor right on the spot below his car lights. I hugged that area.Knock Out sighs like he didn’t really enjoy hugs from organics all too well. He slid me off his armor then put me back on the table. It was almost like I was car paint that had to be peeled off by Knock Out.I knew it because of the way he handled me.

“I would like ta be sedated during this procedure.” I ask.

“Some procedures are different from this one.” Knock Out said. “It takes five minutes.”

“No; I’mma bet it takes longer when I’m awake.” I said. I wave my arms in either direction just wanting this thing done already. “So Mr. I-love-cars, seedatee mee!”