Megatron was exhausted and just wanted to relax back at his home-turf base. He had already tried conquering as usual but failed as usual since the Autobots were stronger and never gave up on anything. Of course Megatron slouched on his throne and drifted off only to be disturbed by his loyal follower Lugnut.

A deep frown creases Megatron's face, his brow furrowing in irritation at Lugnut's close proximity and incessant, simpering tone. The hum of the base's engines vibrates through his metallic frame as he leans back in his throne, trying to put some distance between himself and the overzealous Decepticon. Lugnut remains stubbornly in place, his red optic sensors fixed adoringly on his leader.

"Aaahh Lugnut, your presence is... rather suffocating," Megatron growls, the sound resonating like grinding metal. He can feel the energy drains in his shoulders from today's battle, each joint protesting slightly as he moves. "I require solitude to ponder my next moves, not constant fawning from a simpering sycophant."

Megatron's hand rises, gripping Lugnut's thick mechanical throat, not squeezing but making it clear that he could at any moment. The metal of Lugnut's neck feels cool and unyielding beneath his fingertips. "What part of 'leave me be' do you not comprehend? Your penchant for worship is grating on my audio receptors. I am not one for endless platitudes and false flattery."