"Thanks! Hope you have a great day, too!" Pay no mind that he's currently in his Tetramand form, Fourarms. . .he kinda forgot he was still in alien form—.
"Now that! . .Is a damn good question, Kevin named him Bashmouth because he had the Antitrix. but I'm thinking. . .Steelbone." He said, nodding his head as he chuckled, tilting his head. "Kinda wish I had this one durin' my scrap wit' the Reapers. . ."
He looked up at the Cybertronian with a grin, revealing his now metal set of chompers. "Heh, long story 'bout that, Lucy. . .I'll have to show ya the Reboot of your cousin's show sometime." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Hell if I know, this one's a new one fer me. . .Wait a damn minute." He said, more metal plating jutting from his skin and fur and coating his teeth too. "Ooooh, I'm a Metalkanine? From the Reboot universe? Hell yeah!"
The unknown alien looked up at the Cybertronian. "I feel like Rath. . .but somehow more pissed off." He said, his brow furrowing as he looked at his hands, feeling something underneath his skin and flesh. "Feels like my bones are metal. . ."
He slammed down on the Ultimatrix, but what he turned into definitely wasn't Skid Marx. "Now what in tarnation is this?!" Came a voice with a heavy Texan accent said, the voice came from a canine-like alien that had metal plating along its shoulders and forearms.
He began dialing up his Cybertronian form, grinning ear to ear. "Ready when you are." He said, unaware that the holographic face of his Cybertronian form, Skid Marx, glitched out, replaced by an unfamiliar alien.
"what can i say? it's a gift." he said, his glowing eyes indicating that he was smiling, as he didn't have a mouth in this form. the Thep Khufan snuggled close to her, keeping her wrapped in his bandages to provide warmth.
+ his Transylian transformation. "Here, perhaps this form will allow these little critters to ease up to me." He said, his voice deep and now having an accent to it.
"Mmm, remind me to bring my cat around sometime then." He said, tapping the Ultimatrix symbol on his waist as he reverted to a different form, this one very familiar. Large pylons stuck from his back, small nodes and brass fittings were embedded into his mismatched skin. This was Frankenstrike, +