"No, I'm not a god! And frankly, given the way most of them seem to behave, I've no desire to be!" Galvatron snarls in contempt.

He looks from his own triadmates to alt-Scourge, fiercely protective. "I'm getting more than a little weary of tying up gods' loose ends for them!" I'm tired of saving people from whatever fate the gods have left them to, but I'm the only one with the arrogance to do it, is what he doesn't say out loud.