WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[ Knock Out can be seen inside a garage, a red car barely visible behind him. ]

I interrupt your regularly scheduled program of chaos and complaining for something less depressing.

[ A beat. ]

Racing! Due to some... unfortunate circumstances [ such as specifically being forbidden from doing it. ] it's been a long time since my last good race. And though there is nothing quite like feeling the road under one's wheels, I would say the right vehicle is as close as it's gonna get.

[ He takes a few steps and moves the comm to get a clear shot of the car - which looks exactly like his altmode. ]

So, who's up for helping me test its horsepower?

[ The comm turns on, showing Knock Out in a laundry room. He's holding the jacket of his suit, his expression somewhere between shock and anger. ]

Can you believe it? I was walking home when, out of nowhere, this little piece of scrap runs straight into me...

[ He turns the jacket around, showing a big dark stain on the front. ]

... and spills her drink all over my suit! Now it won't come out, it's ruined!

[ There's a clear expression of annoyance on Knock Out's face as the feed begins - while reading recent posts reassured him that he's not the only one who suddenly acquired an organic body and did a lot to improve his mood, he's obviously still very bothered by it.  ]

I think I can spare you the rant about how much I hate being stuck in a skin job, since you had one recently. And you seem to know enough about [ a pause. Really, humankind? ] giant transforming robots so I'll skip that too.

Name's Knock Out.