[Well, looks like he's right about this not being a slow death. Chromedome eyes the laser scalpel with mild apprehension. Maybe it's best for it to hurt a lot.]

And you want to kill me.

I think it all works out.

[He says in an extremely casual tone.]

Keep wasting time and I'll have to rearrange your memories too. What would you be like if you never met your misfit friends? Want to find out?