Morgan's P.O.V

Knockout set me on a table in his "quarters". His "quarters" was a small gray room with a table, a "bed", A buffer, and a lot of what looked like wax.
"So...are you going to explain to me what you guys are or are you just gonna leave me clueless?" I asked.
"Well....."
20 minutes later----
I sat criss-cross on the table, my head rested on my hands, listening to Knockout go on about....everything.
"There is two sides to the war, us, the decepticons then the autobots." He went on. "The autobots are what you humans would call the 'bad guys' and us decepticons are the 'good guys.."
I cut him off there.
"Are ya sure you guys are the good guys?" I question.
"Yeah, why would you think otherwise?"
"Well, their is deception and con in the name, those aren't very good things, plus, you guys have red eyes.
"Argh, why do you have to be so observant!" He complained.
I grinned "Cuz thats how I am, So am I right?"
"Yeah" He sighed.
I fist bumped the air, "Yes!"
He looked at me with a weird look on his faceplates before he began walking away. "I have work that needs to be done, stay there till I get back." He ordered.
He left and I stayed put, bored out of my mind. I saw an old truck in the corner of the room.
"Well, thats weird....but it might just help me escape."