"Well, there's that, I guess."

It'd be more worrisome if there were physical effects on the kid. Right? If Hot Rod was suffering because of this. That would be worse.

But then he went and kept talking, and Ironhide resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands.

"You touched it?" he asked. "The thing that's been givin' us five million different kinds of problems? You went and touched it? The scrap made you think that was a good idea?"