"Normally I Possess Olfactory Sensors That Allow Me To Process Data In A Way That Would Be Comparable To An Organic Sense Of Smell." Megatron intones, then ponderously raises his arm and taps the middle of his face where a nose should be. "...But That No Longer Appears To Be The Case In This Form. No Tactile Sensors In My Extremities Either. My Sense Of Touch Has Been Deadened As Well. Oh. That Is Disconcerting."

He doesn't like the idea of having vital senses stripped of him; it will invariably make him less effective in a danger scenario, which they are almost assuredly going into.

"Reaction Time Is Slower As Well." He continues to take stock of his new form. "Though That May Simply Be Down To A Lack Of Familiarity With This Form On My Part. Movements Seem Stiffer, But Hopefully I Will Adjust Quickly. I Will Not Allow Myself To Hinder This Mission." He tries to turn his head to look at Vimes, but quickly realizes he has no neck joint. He takes a moment to re-orient himself to face the man.

"Ankh-Morpork Is Your Home Correct?" He asks. "Anything I Should Know Going In?"