Gunslinger Autobots

"Now say your lesson, Bumblebee, and be true."

The words fell from his lips like small chunks of frozen energon. His right hand trembled lightly against his chest like an idling engine.

"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his maker."
"I aim with my optical sensors."

"Good."

"I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his maker."
"I shoot with my processor."

"So it has ever been, Bumblebee."

"I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his maker."
"I kill with my laser-core."

"Then KILL them, for your maker's sake!" Optimus shouted. "KILL THEM ALL!"