“What’s the matter?” Megatron sneered. “Why are you making such a face?”
He lifted a brow, and continued with that elegant way of his. The pitch of his voice rose in volume and ferocity as he continued, “I crawled my way up from the muck of Kaon. I tore through the arenas with spilled energon on my lips and hands. I ripped apart friend and foe alike.
"I screamed my name until it was echoed back at me by the masses crying out as I stood in the center of the deepest pits of Cybertron’s core.
"I am Megatron!” He roared.
He calmed, the slick smile growing back on his face. He chuckled, “You didn’t really think that I would be intimidated or embarrassed by a scrap of pink fabric, did you?
"Oh, so you did,” he said. “Well, allow me to correct that misguided daydream.”
Inspired by this comic panel.