Starscream makes a displeased noise at their response. He's not too tall. They're too small. Little tiny humans did not come first!

...He finds himself flagging his wings down slightly, testing his ailerons, sending a couple of queries here and there. All green - at least, as green as it ever gets. He's not the most smoothly-running giant robot in the universe.

"No," he says sharply, even though something does feel wrong and he can't quite put his finger on it.

Then the question re-registers. He double-takes and stares down at Frisk, deeply suspicious.

"Why?" Was this a set-up? Was he supposed to be injured? Is Frisk the mastermind all along? Oh no???