Brawl was confused.

He'd been confused on why Megatron actually kept around a traitorous piece of crap like Screamer around. He'd been confused on why Devastator held those two wrecking balls in a groin-bound position. He'd even been confused on how Scalpel had picked up an accent based on a human-based stereo typical image of a "Nazi Doctor"

But this, was a really confusing thing.

Before him, stood twins. Two giants, towering over him, the exact same height and model of heavy-duty helicopter. Same robot mode: Thick arms, rotors hanging like capes, heads in between the helicopter cockpit, thick legs, and a weird metallic loincloth thing. But still:

They looked the same.

Brawl sighed, rubbed his head and asked: "Alright, just tell me! Which of you is Grindor, and which is Blackout?"

"I'm Blackout." Both replied. "And I'm Grindor."

"NO! Which one, specifically, is Blackout and Grindor?"

"Blackout is black."

"YOU'RE BOTH BLACK!"

"Grindor likes to grind."

"YOU BOTH LIKE TO GRIND!"

"Then we are both Blackout and Grindor."

"NO! WHICH IS WHICH?"

"He's Blackout." Both replied, pointing to the other. "And I'm Grindor. But then, if wee are Blackout and Grindor, then who is Grindor, and who is Blackout? Perhaps he's Grindor, perhaps I'm Grindor. Perhaps he's Blackout and I'm Blackout. Then who is who? We don't know."

Brawl screamed in frustration and stormed off, roaring and gesturing violently, as his treads revved. his guns prepped and his claws clenched, smashing aside an unsuspecting Thundercracker, whom swore in response.

Blackout and Grindor looked at each other.

"We love doing that." They sniggered.

"But no matter what, there is always one thing that is truly the same." Thundercracker stated to them, getting up after that shove. "You're both Megatron suck-ups."

"Frag you, Thunder-crapper."

"That's what your femme creator begged me to do to her."