[ Whirl makes a sound that's probably a laugh, but then he's not exactly the greatest at those, it comes out in a spit of static and obnoxious forced barks. ]

Even seen someone fleshy? When you rip 'em to bits they're gooey on the inside.

[ Like he's talking about a candy. His optic arcs in what might be a smile. And he proceeds to keep that claw exactly where he's got it, moving closer to counter the fact that anon's backing up. Like the largest robotic version of the 'I'm not touching you' game. ]

And haven't you ever seen something shot at? How have you gotten through life!

[ And then, rudely. ]

You got anything even working up in the old processor?