Actually, it might only require a well thrown, huge, rock to the head.

"A a lot of bots, uh?" Knock Out looked up for a second to give him a smirk, eyebrows up. "Who would have guessed. Good for you." Once he was done working on the joint's arm Knock Out put the gun away and crossed his arms.

"No one needs Decepticosn like us, Dead End. But sometiems Decepticons just happen."