[At her screechiest. It may be painful.]
Starscream!
STARSCREAM!!!!
You slagging junkheap! Walking pile of rust! SPACE BARNACLE BAIT!
I swear to Primus and the Pit, Starscream. If you leave the slagging toilet seat up one more slagging time, I'm going to smother you in your sleep.
And BLITZWING!
Clean up after yourself! You left a knife stuck to the counter with peanut butter! There were flies on it. That's beyond unsanitary. Stop getting crumbs in the couch, too. We don't want an infestation of those roachcork things, now do we?
Males are.. disgusting! How can you stand to be so unclean?! Do you just not care about all the things you could catch from food left on the counters and unspeakable things in the bathroom?
I bet the Autobots don't have to deal with this.