His kind come in all shapes and sizes, from only a few feet tall to the size of a city or a battleship, but most Cybertronians with standard type frames are around his height.

His vents give an exasperated chuff of air at her suggested reasoning, and the deadpan look he fixes her with says he does, in fact, have some grasp of what she'd been implying. "If you're hoping to endear me to the little pests, you're doing a poor job of it."

The little robots who strayed too near Starscream when he was in a prickly mood tended to end up being pulled apart and pitched over the nearest railing. At some point, someone was going to find a pile of dead ones at the bottom of the colony.