At least Krok and Crankcase could conceptualize a God. Spinister just keeps thinking there's a Primus or someone crawling in the ceilings and Flywheels had been buddies with them. This despite multiple, patient, attempts at explaining things to him from the poor red mech.

He finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling when Krok tries to face him and listens intently. When Krok finishes, he cocks his head and takes a moment to sort through the words.

"On-ship rules then?" he queries.